The radio got turned on and there he was. It was the asterik President. And he was making the same three statements over and over again. He was giving speech of some sort... I guess. If you want to call it that.

And then there it was. It was faint with the windows up and the radio on, but there was no mistaking it. I rolled down the window on my side of the car as fast as I could and I let in the sound of the peeping frogs.

From the moment I opened the window, it seemed clear to me that the sounds of the peepers were infinitely more important then any political statement or speech. Their sound had a such a remarkable fullness to it, so vividly based in the reality of here and now that the voice on the radio lost all essence. It was soon turned off and my father and I spent the rest of the car trip listening for the frogs and slowing down when we found them.