WHERE WE GO TO LISTEN

The Art of Noise at the Cooper Hewitt

I never chose to listen to NPR growing up, but I did listen to a lot of it.

I remember the long drives to the Unitarian church in Dallas, kicking my feet in the back seat, being briefed on everything from geopolitical tensions in the Middle East to racking my brain for the answer to Wait Wait… Don’t Tell Me. (Please tell me — I’m only seven.)

My parents l…