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We left town for a few days.
On the way back home, traveling I-70, rolling down the road at a speed no human beings should be allowed to travel, we began to fiddle with the radio.
We couldn’t find a radio station other than country music and rock. We weren’t in the mood for music, I guess. We wanted talk radio.
Our task was far more complicated than it ought to be. If I touched the dial, it jumped to the pre-programmed stations. If I slowly and gently pushed little by little, we could move the search. But ...


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