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A quote: “Those who love deeply never grow old; they may die of old age, but they die young.” ~~ Dorothy Canfield Fisher
I’ll start with a story …
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You gave me the transistor radio on my 17th birthday, laughing at my screams of delight. The perfect boyfriend who knew I wasn’t a flowers and jewelry kind of girl.
And as the sun began its long goodbye that summer day, we laid beneath our special tree, listening to The Beach Boys, the Chiffons, Jan & Dean … soundtrack of our youth.
Years later I packed it away, but never forgotten.
Now as I lean down to give you one last goodbye kiss, I tuck your present next to you. I adjust your tie and softly hum “He’s so fine”.
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Now, it’s your turn.
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Navig8r says: NO! NO! NO! We are not writing alien abduction in this report.
But you know how hard it is to separate teenagers from their transistor radios. It’s still playing so they didn’t just forget it. I see tracks in, but no tracks out. How do you explain it? Are you part of the cover up?
I don’t know YET. Maybe Elvis came by and lowered a ladder from a helicopter. And do we know it was teenagers? I read about Roswell too. BUT WE ARE NOT WRITING ALIEN ABDUCTION IN THIS REPORT!
I see. You’re part of the cover up.
Lewis says: He’s so confused and alone in his strange world. No more rock ‘n roll for us, even if I play it and he smiles! He drums his recliner arms like his old drum set and dances for a few minutes, he can’t recall it five minutes later. When it’s over, it’s gone again. If he dies, could I be more alone than I am now?
We had so much fun, so much music every day, now it’s odd silences and out of balance conversations, nothing is right anymore. Deeply in love, we thought we’d go on forever. Forever didn’t last long enough.
Cameron says: Dad sat down as I hung the radio on a tree. It was an old bit of hardware but worked really well. A moment later, music blasted out. I’d call it “classic rock” but dad grew up with this. I’d heard some stories of his misspent youth and how he and his best friend played stuff like this in the car they’d fixed.
“You’re listening to the Power Hour on KSTR! The boss is out for the weekend so now we can break out the good stuff!” The DJ was hilarious and it was a running gag about how the boss didn’t let him play certain things. I grinned at dad and saw that his face was pale.
“What’s wrong?”
“KSTR has been gone for twenty years. But that broadcast is current.”
Lewis says: Lewis says: Oops, first one didn’t go thru! Good one, Cameron!
Cameron says: Thanks! I went over the word count a bit but I’m sure folks don’t mind.
Sometimes it was hard to remember the Admiral was pushing seventy. Although he wasn’t a tall man, his spare frame and energetic disposition made him seem bigger. Another man might have called it quits after retiring from NASA for the second time, but he’d organized an engineering consulting firm with aeronautical and astronautical corporations across the country. Even while taking on a workload that would’ve been daunting for a man half his age, he still made time to go hunting and fishing, or to throw a cookout in the backyard. with a radio hanging from a tree branch to provide some music.
Dupin says: 10, 2, & 4. Dr. Pepper. Also, the code for the times the broadcast would come on. We relocated between short, encoded broadcasts, so others couldn’t find us.
We support what little is left of the government. After the near-total world collapse, the military went rogue, the services warring with each other more than other countries. Sovereign citizen groups killed one another off. Preppers hid in their shacks. The rest, we joined together in new communities—worked with the last vestiges of government.
Slowly, there’s order out of chaos, life from death, some strange unexpected type of new world order.
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