The Joke's On Me
I have not bought a new radio, although I've looked at some ads. My little plastic Cube is still playing the Spanish language station. I grew up in a Spanish-speaking section of Los Angeles, so it's kind of comforting, like going back to my childhood and hearing the neighbors.
Besides the Cube radio, I've got ten other electronic units in the house. There's a CD player, amplifier, video tape player, LP turntable, and two satellite receivers in the living room, one of which is for service that Chuck discontinued years ago.
There's another amplifier in the bedroom, along with the TV, DVD and audio tape players, and a laser videodisk player that takes 12" disks. (I've got a fair-sized collection of those, which we bought before DVDs became the norm for movies.)
Everything's in working order, but we hadn't used anything except the DVD and CD players for years. The other devices just became part of the scenery, as such things do. Last night I was reading in bed, and happened to look at the big laser disks stacked in the cabinet, wondering as I did so if I should pack them away so that I'd have more room for DVDs. My eyes strayed to the amplifier. It has a tuner display across the front? I blinked a bit and stared at it. "That's a radio," I said slowly, as my brain finally kicked in.
The only excuse I can make for this is that we never used it as a radio. The switch on the front has always been set to aux/TV and it handles the sound output from the other units. When I turned it on, set the switch to FM, and twiddled the tuner, it obligingly brought in some rock station. Of course, the skip was in last night, but when I tried it today I could pick up all sorts of stations.