It's not clear how many traffic accidents Lois Reitzes may have caused in Atlanta over the years, but it's clear that the soporific qualities of her voice on the radio are a hazard to land navigation. Reitzes hosts -- and we use the term loosely -- the classical music block of NPR's local Atlanta station, WABE, 90.1 FM. We are perfectly aware that she has a small, stubborn coterie of Clintonesque doyennes providing moral support from the salons of Buckhead, but for the rest of us, she's the principal local impediment to the plain-spoken delivery of broadcast news.
Reitzes is a menace. Perhaps aware to some extent about her relative merit, she participated in what might only be described as self-parody Adult Swim bumper spots some years ago. If you are unfamiliar with her halting, slightly-confused delivery -- try this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RWaoapeJVBA.
When sinners begin their long descent to hell, Lois Reitzes will undoubtedly be the voice of narration during the fall.
She is symbolic of the ossified format at WABE. The stations' numbers drop off significantly during the six (!) hour block of classical programming mid-day, right when Talk of the Nation would be airing on a respectable station. I refer you to this Creative Loafing article in support. http://clatl.com/atlanta/bach-off-you-npr-scum/Content?oid=1244542
Listeners donate specifically for news programming like All Things Considered, but are rewarded with Reitzes' languorous drone for one quarter of the weekday broadcast instead.
Let this fund begin as a statement of our collective grief, and a plea: Lois. Go away. Take the classical block with you.
The day you quit or get fired, we will donate this block of cash to the station. Your donation will be anonymous.