Mourning the Death of KEDG

Goldirocks went for a walk in the woods. She came upon a cottage and decided to go in listen to the radio. First she tried KNAC; it was great--but then it got too hard. Then she tried KROQ, but she didn’t feel like dancing. Then she tried KEDG; it too was great, but then it became K-LITE and got too soft.

Goldirocks is now a stationless orphan, constantly channel-hopping--looking for a home. Is there a place for her?

VICKIE COLEMAN

Westminster