The Fog

- Around until about 1 o'clock.

I'm high tonight in the KAB lighthouse

on Spivey Point.

In case you've forgotten, it's April 21st

and a happy birthday for Antonio Bay.

There's a celebration planned for tonight.

So if you're so excited about it

you can't sleep,

well, stay up with me

and I'll figure out some way

to keep you occupied.

Or not.

- KAB.

- Hi, sweetheart.

Hi, Dan, what have you got?

Are you lonely?

Is there anything I can do about it?

Never lonely.

I thought you finished at eight.

I changed shifts so I can make it

to the party.

Will you be there?

Until I can talk someone into giving up

city life for Antonio Bay, I'm it.

- And it means day and night.

- Too much work.

That's what I get for owning a station.

Tell me why you called,

or in 15 seconds I'm gonna hang up.

- You want something to talk about?

- Anything.

I've got a position on a trawler

about 15 miles out

called the Sea Grass.

I've got something on my scope -

appears to be a fog bank.

It's about 25 miles out

and moving in their direction.

Thanks. That's worth about ten seconds.

I'm on the air. Bye.

Ahoy, mateys. This is KAB, Antonio Bay.

Stevie Wayne here,

beaming a signal across the sea.

For the men in the Sea Grass,

15 miles out tonight,

a warm hello and keep a watch out

for that fog bank,

heading in from the east.

In the meantime, relax with me

while I play this song

from the Coupe De Villes

dedicated just to you.

Boy, would I like to meet her.

I saw her at a grocery store.

You would like to meet her.

She's crazy. There's no fog bank out there.

- What do you know about her?

- She owns that lighthouse.

- I know.

- Her son plays little league.

- She's a mother?

- I thought you were happily married.

- Not that happy.

- No fog bank out there.

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