I know the pandemic has rendered in-person interviewing difficult, but podcasts with too many voices recorded over the phone or via Zoom are, literally, a turnoff. I’m less forgiving of mediocre production. I also listen in the woods with my dog, or while pulling weeds, but there’s something about the car. Whether it’s a compelling narrative, a funny or provocative conversation, or a deep dive into some calamity from the past, podcasts, it turns out, are the antidote to the tedium of the Turnpike. And podcasts have made these trips - two hours out, two hours back - not only bearable, but something I look forward to.
to see my aging father and ailing mother. I’ve been in the car a lot lately, driving back and forth to Western Mass.
