I believe in ghosts.
If Grunt Labor is reading this, he just rolled his eyes.
He hates it when I talk about ghosts.
And the radio.
When I moved into my great grandfather’s house, his antique radio eventually followed me.
It sat just outside the bedroom and late at night as I was trying to fall asleep, I would hear it.
Music I’d never heard before.
And even though the radio hadn’t worked in years, I knew Hey Bud was making it play.
It didn’t scare me. It didn’t make me think I was crazy.
In my life that was completely turning upside down at the time, it made me feel safe.
When Grunt and I moved in together, there wasn’t room for the radio – it didn’t come with me.
I still heard it just one time though, as I was lying in bed in the little cottage style house.
But that was the only time.
I like to think it was a little nod from Hey Bud, letting me know all the decisions I had made were ok with him.
And never did I hear it at the new construction house.
A few months back, I hauled the radio out of storage and brought it home.
And cleaned it.
And painted it.
And placed it downstairs.
And while I was photographing the man cave the other day, just when I thought my days of hearing the radio were over, I heard it.
For just a minute.
And I smiled.
And cried just a little.
Then I looked up and blew a kiss.
You know you don’t wanna miss any of this crazy.
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