Normally playing completely different music, both my NPR and my oldies station played the same song yesterday. At the sametime. Strange days have found us! Strange days have tracked us down. They're going to destroy our casual joys. We shall go on playing or find a new town, yeah. Strange eyes fill strange rooms. Voices will signal their tired end. The hostess is grinning, her guests sleep from sinning. Most peculiar, mamma.