CBF Morning Run: Searching for the sound, hanging local art, keeping Urban Meyer in Columbus, peeking at top salaries, asking HAL to open the bay doors, harmonizing with Simon & Garfunkel and sipping a hazy Jackie O's ale

For a while, my only personal source of music came from a hand-me-down pink plastic transistor radio that only played AM stations. I got my own turntable when I was in the third grade. It was a pretend DJ setup from Sears that allowed me to introduce the records I would spin.