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Post #1001.......... really, this thread deserves one more story. Last story was when I was 45 or so. This one goes back to about age 10. In my small cow town in Wyoming, there was a population of 4,300 people. The town was maybe 1 1/2 miles long, and at on the east end was a small convenience store. It was the kind that had a wooden screen door, sold sweet corn in a basket, and Coke-a-Cola from a red vending machine that laid longways on the floor. The cash register had a hand crank that rang a bell when you turned it full circle. The only reason that this store matters here is because it had a second floor, an apartment actually where the owners used to live. There was a long set of white wooden stairs to it's door. I was wasting my own time out back on a summer afternoon when a man approached me from the stairs. "Hey kid, you wanna see something neat?" Not the words that kids these days would be comfortable with, but this was a different time. Without answer, I followed him up the stairs and into the junky little apartment. It was a short wave radio that he had going, and I was all eyes and ears. I didn't understand much of what he said, or how the radio operated, but I did know that there were voices on the other end from far away. This started my love of radio, and I dreamed of owning a Lafayette Radio some day. Interestingly, 4 decades later, I bought a house across the street from that old site. It's been torn down, and a Pizza Hut is in it's place. You can't tell many people about these things that it matters to at all. Just a few special grand kids with that look of amazement in their eyes, as they watch my tube amp glow.
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