I pushed the scan button on my car radio searching for a radio station. All I heard was static. “C’mon,” I said to myself and pushed again. “There’s got to be something.” My old Buick Oldsmobile was crammed with all my earthly possessions and I was tired of driving. Interstate 80 from Provo to Laramie seemed a little desolate and I felt lonely. I needed to hear some music to get my mind off of things and I couldn’t find a radio station. Unfortunately, my car was so old it didn’t have an mp3 player or even a CD player. A broken toothpick was stuck in the side of the on button to hold it in place. “C’mon,” I muttered again. Suddenly, a song broke through the static. “Finally,” I sighed.
After a moment, I could make out the strains of a country song bewailing a relationship that had come to an end. “Forget that,” I said and took out the toothpick. “I need something to get my mind off of that, not on it.”
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Mm… I know the feeling! We’ve got so much choice of how, when and where we listen to music now, there’s never an excuse to tolerate music that’s not doing anything for the soul! 🙂
This is from a book I wrote that nobody wanted to read. But that car was mine – right down to the toothpick. 🙂 And I have traveled that stretch of road many, many times. I started this book when I lived in Laramie, Wyoming.