I miss Art too.
He had a talent for listening with uncritical interest to the most outlandish crap to ever flow from human minds. I would be able to hold his job for about a day and a half before I lost it and told someone "You incredible jackass! How could ANYONE with a functioning forebrain believe what you are trying to tell me? Get OUT OF MY STUDIO! NEVER DARKEN MY PHONE LINES AGAIN!!"
The night Mars was closest to Earth, they devoted at least three hours to Richard Hoagland. I rest my case.
I turned it off and stuck a few Willie Nelson CDs into my computer.