I glanced down at the clock as I pulled into the parking garage.  I rounded the corner and pulled into the same space I’d vacated just 7 hours earlier.    Knowing the segment queue was on the :20’s, quickly clicking through the radio stations, I was hoping to hear one of the morning “phone taps” my girls had replayed for me a couple of times.  These “phone taps” are pranks a radio host makes on unsuspecting individuals.  Twisted, I know.  But, given the situation I’d been experiencing, lots of my thoughts were scrambled in those days.  Precious minutes were ticking…