As a teenager I had a short but curious list of ironies I collected.
The first was a postcard from my grandparents’ church thanking me for attending their service “last Sinday”. I regret I eventually lost that card.
My favorite was an on-air editorial from a local student-run public radio station. The young woman was lamenting the grief her fellow broadcasters were receiving from the community about pronunciation.
Either deliberately or regrettably, she consistently mispronounced “mispronunciation” by using /ow/ instead of /uh/ for the third syllable.
I miss WAJC. Great eclectic music selection, but Butler University sold it about 25 years ago to fund a TV studio instead.
