I live now in a very small town in an area that is known for its beauty, diversity and cultural activities. Saturday was really cold and while there was sun it was also windy and it seemed that winter had come and gobbled up the both summer and fall.
I went to a small yard type sale in a surrounding town. Whenever there is a sale advertised I go there. There are two gentleman, and I use the term as it was originally intended, who volunteer with that towns Historical Society, and regularly have these sales to secure money for the building renovations. They also sell some things of their own and at least 25% of the art in my home of from one of these men.Both of these guys are scholars and one is originally from the Netherlands. That guy, Robert (Rober), is a collector of art from around the world, both rare and unique. I work hard to no longer buy art there because I have no more room and already rotate the pieces I have.
Saturday I bought a tea cup and saucer from England, a lighted lithograph type piece, an old beat up box, and a General Electric transistor radio because it worked. When I returned home I cleaned the items I bought and turned the radio on. At first it did not play. I opened it and fiddled with the battery and viola.......it played. I found a station that was strong and I was intriqued by it. It was and is a public radio station and I listened to Selected Shorts, a program of short stories read aloud by people whose names I didn't recognize but voices I knew.
The reception in my small town is lousy whether it is radio, internet or even the phone. I have great equipment and it doesn't matter. However, on this little old radio I bought for less than $10.00 the signal is strong and the programs wonderful. I can't explain it and it doesn't really matter. I have a magical new toy and I have been listening attentively to programs I hadn't heard before. On Saturday things changed.
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