When I was last in radio I lived in an unbearable tourist trap of a town -- if you weren't a cone-eater, there was no point in being there during the day. But when I finished writing my morning copy, usually about 4:30 AM, I'd take a long walk around and I was, on most days, the only person out and about. Not even the joggers and dog-walkers were up, so I had the whole town to myself for half an hour, and that was pretty much the only thing that made living in that town bearable for as long as I did.
The worst thing about that job was the day I had to climb up on the roof -- of a six story building -- and lash the satellite dishes down with rope. During Hurricane Bob. Despite those precautions, the Associated Press dish -- the one that was absolutely essential to operations -- was blown off the roof and ended up in the middle of the street.
Good times! :eusa_doh: