In a few months I’ll be done my CPE residency and earning no income. Even after I begin internship, the pay will be, well, insignificant. And so, as I brace for the coming fiscal reality, I am cutting back on some expenses – including my XM Satellite Radio subscription.
My long-time readers know that I love few inanimate objects more than my XM Satellite Radio receiver. It was a Godsend while I drove for hours up and down the east coast as a sales representative. But now I listen to XM much less frequently, mostly at home or on short, local drives to visit Philly-area friends or family. Hardly the worth-while expense, considering that in a few months I’ll contribute little to the economic vitality of our family.
So farewell, XM Radio. After two and a half years of listening to baseball, ’80s music, the BBC, and C-SPAN, I’m signing off. Perhaps I’ll re-subscribe in a year or two, after your merger with Sirius brings the odd confluence of baseball, football, Bob Dylan, Howard Stern, and NPR all on one service. But until then, it’s back to local and lame terrestrial radio . . . and those old mix tapes I got back from ex-girlfriends in high school.