During the process of buying our little ranch, we’d attended an auction of the estate of the former owner. In the auction was a replica of an old antique radio that I won for a dollar and when we moved in, my husband, Clay, placed it in the barn for the horses and to make the time working in the barn more pleasant.
The tuning knob was broken and the only channel it’d pick up was a classic country station. For 2 years, I listened to Hank Williams, Conway Twitty and Merl Haggard. No disrespect to any of these but seriously, there’s only so many times you can hear “There’s A Tear In My Beer” without running the risk of someone finding you hanging in the barn!
I often wondered how long this old radio would survive the dusty barn, the wear of playing continuously without ever being turned off, the temperature and seasonal changes year after year…but the old radio played on.
One morning, as I went out to feed the horses, “You Picked A Fine Time To Leave Me Lucille” was playing but when I returned to let the horse out to pasture, the old dusty radio was silent. I suspected the end had finally come. I leaned over and trying the volume, nothing… then a slight crackle! Fan-tastic, A radio that still technically worked but you couldn’t tune and couldn’t hear! On instinct I turned the tuner….what tha!!!!!!! It easily tuned right into a classic rock station!
Then the dawning realization. “CLAY!!!!!!!!”
That darn knob was never broken! I’d been duped and tortured for 2 years!!!! Well. Won’t he be suprised? Hearts “Baracuda” is blaring in the old barn today!!!!
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