All this talk about killing National Public Radio gives me the shivers. I listen almost exclusively to NPR when I drive, and it keeps me sane shuttling back and forth from Wisconsin to Chicago, and running errands, and on motor trips. From the news on Morning Edition and All Things Considered, to the stimulating interviews on Fresh Air, to the zany humor of Car Talk or Wait, Wait — Don’t Tell Me, to the insights of An American Life and the Garrison Keilor homilies on A Prairie Home Companion to the soothing jazz piano of Marion McPartland — NPR is an important place of retreat in my life. It is one of , if not the last bastion of intelligence and culture on radio, and delightfully free of the political rantings and blaring music and dumb DJs found everywhere else on the radio dial. Save our sanity. Save NPR!