The tuner is blown, the dial lights are out, and it looks like hell, but I'll always cherish my Radio Shack receiver. It was the first "stereo system" I ever bought, and it was my only system for 25 years. Turntables, speakers, tape decks came and went (or were stolen, but who would steal a 25 year old Radio Shack receiver?) but that old receiver just kept cranking away. I can't use it, and I'll probably never fix it (I did take it to a repair shop, we all had a good laugh) but I know it'll be somewhere nearby til I can't be tuned in anymore and my dial lights go out. Hell, how could I part with the piece that played "The Night Chicago Died" (on 45) at my 7th grade party, Led Zepplin's 4th album during my "Blizzard of '78 Survivors" party, consoled me with the Talking Heads and Sex Pistols when I'd get home late from 2nd shift in the mill, played Barry Sadler "Ballad of the Green Berets" when I graduated from Army OCS, then provided the polkas and Marvin Gaye at my wedding a week later, survived moves all over the country, one home renovation (and 3 subsequent break-ins) playing the likes of Dwight Yoakum, Johnny Cash, Bill Monroe and the Carter Family as my carpentry career progressed, and passed its last few notes providing Etta James and B.B. King to the hot tub room at the beach house. In fact, maybe we'll take another look at those dial lights....
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