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Boomer Tuner

Boomer Tuner

Here I go again
memory tripping

A common escape route
of my gray demographic

Driving through time zones
to nowhere in particular
calibrating radio knobs
for decent FM reception
seeking clear tune connection

And yet
all I got was a weird mix
of static and station overlap
that changed constantly
with each mile post traversed
as I drifted in and out
of antenna range

As audio chaotic as this
sound blender may have seemed
there was a random beauty
to this discordant symphony
and the required
knob turningĀ patience
to participate in it

Today my vehicular
audio system
is satellite based
guaranteeing surround sound
Dolby Stereo perfection
no matter where I may be globally

I know this is digital progress

Blessed be the technology
of the ease of use 21st Century
but to tube and diode
based dinosaurs like me
there is something to be said
for the glorious imperfections
of scratchy old fashioned
manually adjusted
radio wave transmissions

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sparrowsong

Hello Steve...

Trade in the metal cars for plastic that folds in a fender bender into an accordion but, now there's good sound?

Great write!

Thank you for sharing...

sparrowsong Ice Queen

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