Reading some Scots jokes at Bergheim Follies
dredged up an old memory.
Some 38 years ago while living in
West Salt Lake City,
we acquired new next door neighbors. We had a lot in common, same age, kids,
not LDS and pets. They were standoffish so we never pushed it.
They had an Oldsmobile 442 that I admired but he like to get up early Saturday mornings, fire up a radio out on his driveway, and work on his cars.
I was working 60+ hour weeks and tried to sleep in on Saturday. Also my wife and I liked our “cuddle” time and his damn radio disturbed us. Two times I asked him to not play the radio, or at least turn it down. No cooperation.
When we married, my wife had a
Circle of Sound Stereo which was fairly up market
at the time. One Saturday morning I put the speakers outside the family room
window which faced the neighbor’s driveway and waited. Soon they were outside,
radio blasting, and washing their cars.
With the volume turned to maximum, let them listen to “
the Brave”. Scotland
Message received and understood. The Saturday morning radio playing stopped.
But WSF, weren’t you concerned he might beat you up? Could have happened as I was down to a svelte 205 lbs and 18" guns in those days where he maybe went 150 lbs, if that.