M2ThaL

M2ThaL t1_iy97l3x wrote

Story time. Back in the late '70s my dad worked on the road as a laboratory instrument repairman covering parts of four states. He had a CB in the car because, no cell phones. One night he got tired of hearing the truckers cursing on the CB so he jumped on and recited the entirety of The Cremation of Sam Mcgee. When he got off there were a few seconds of stunned silence followed by truckers cursing him for taking up the channel that long with a poem. Until another guy jumped on. It turned out this guy had a doctorate in English literature and had written his thesis on the works of Robert W Service. You find all kinds of folks on the CB at night deep down in Georgia.

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