~Radio Tower Stories~

It’s like I’m a radio tower, standing tall in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by dust, and sagebrush, and tumbleweeds. It’s like they are behind the wheel of an old truck, paying more attention to turning the CB radio dial trying to find a signal, than to staying within the dusty borders of a seldom traveled road. Then suddenly, after what seems like countless hours of roaming from one end of the dial to the other, a signal with a voice saying “Hello…”, comes through loud and clear. You pick up your radio receiver, feeling relieved, ecstatic, and nervous all at the same time, and you speak “Can you hear me? Is there anybody there?” Yet you don’t wait to receive a response. There is no need to. You pause, and then you begin to tell me your story, vonnecting to signal, knowing you are being listened to.

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