People who know me have a clear grasp of my radio obsession, my tendency to do side-by-side radio comparisons, my need to use different radios for different radio stations, etc. Last night my dream evidenced this obsession. Dinner guests capriciously and wantonly fiddled with the telescopic FM antenna on my CCR-2 and I scolded them for compromising the reception that I so fastidiously pinpointed. The more I scolded, the more they scoffed, and the greater their mockery the more heated my vituperation.
Alas, the episode was a microcosm of my existence.
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