Through the dust, wind, and searing heat...another season passes. The chirps on the radio when someone calls from the distance. It's always
something. There's always something going on. Someone's calling...can't see them; they're off in the distance somewhere. Just a simple question
sometimes, other times complicated, and then there's the night. The radios are on all the time.
They say they'll go 36 miles. We're licensed so we can run higher power, from a tower. I don't know if they will, but they'll broadcast pretty
Every night, 24/7 the radios call.
Sometimes it's just to say all is okay. Sometimes not.
Sometimes just a simple call to the wife to see if she's all good. Sometimes a call "Will you be home tonight???
"Where are the dogs???. Bulls out...on fence. Picking up cows now...home later.
Sometimes we get crosstalk from some mall-rat somewhere who got separated from his mom 100 miles away in town.
It's all good. The cows are safe, the fences strong...but it's all just "Radio Ga-GA"
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