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I was on my way to work, and as usual driving in a mental fog, attempting to absorb the early morning Georgia news when an unexpected deep voice began to drown out the announcer. It started low and mumbled but soon the volume escalated and really caught my attention with it's urgency. I wasn't used to hearing a CB again and forgot it was turned on.
The words were becoming clearer now. "yup"... beep__ (The blanks? Hopefully the other side of the conversation.) "yup"... beep__ "sure do"... beep beep ___ "huhuh"__ beep beep__ "nope" ... beep beep __ __ "wonder wot she's-a-doin'?"...beep__ "dunno, my roger beeper mus be cold, keeps stickin'"...beep__
"Elbow?...beep__"heh! Elbow! that yew?...beep__
"how ya bin ya ole dawg!...beep___. After hearing that very personal greeting I decided to turn the radio off and my mind stated to drift again.
This brought back old memories of our first CB.
It was fun while it lasted. It lasted until some goon thought he would relieve us of a few material trinkets in life such as a clean car window and a Cobra CB.
Never did see that CB again. It took us over 25 years to replace it.
The CB was bought for me in the first place for safety. I had just transfered to a management job in Fox Chapel, a little Borough north of Pittsburgh.
I had to travel 30 miles each way, late at night, on the Pennsylvania Turnpike. Not far by a trucker's standards, but in a little old sedan, driven by someone who drove better backwards in a parking lot (sworn to by spouse), it was another trip! Did I tell you it was Winter and we lived in the country on
a back road? When it snowed (but when didn't it), I had to depend on emergency chains just to get up our slopping driveway. I would creep along the narrow back roads and slide onto heavily traveled Route 8, take the chains off before entering the Turnpike and put them on again after exiting at the other end. These emergency chains were single cross strips and any amount could be used to do the job. This worked ..... most of the time. Oh, did I tell you I did all this in a skirt?
Trucker's had most of the CB's then and were great company on the way home around eleven oclock. Bless their hearts they kept me awake, informed me about the snow, and served as my therapist when the day went sour. By the end of the first week I met Droopy, Gramps, Buster, Too Much, Soon Enough and
Ohio Ted among others. I never met any of them face to face but I did wave to Ohio Ted once as he left me in the dust at a road marker. There were no Smokies in sight and he was running behind schedule. I often wondered if any of them ever missed my novice questions. They never hesitated to answer any of them.
Great guys.
......roger...over and out.
Wilma Barnett
written 1999
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