Back In The Day, when I was a boring kid, I used to sit on the couch at Mom's House and build radio equipment to keep my mind occupied.
Once in a while I consider how easy it was to do that and realize that really there isn't much worth listening to on AM radio here in Flakey Florida.
Since my "Support Team" has returned from London, I have a story for you.
Peak Level Trolling
When Walter Cronkite was a news reporter in London during WWII, he eventually accrued enough respect, influence and privilege to be admitted on a provisional basis to some of the best clubs in London.
What they didn't know was he was a compulsive prankster.
One night, while he was dining in one of the most exclusive clubs in the city, coincidentally a group consisting of most of the Royal Family came in and were seated.
After a sufficient length of time had passed and they were settled in, Cronkite signalled a passing waiter, discreetly pulled a white envelope from his suit pocket, placed it on the waiter's silver tray and asked he deliver it to the Royal party.
The Prince at the head of the table received the envelope with suitable dignity, opened it and found the following message inside: "The management requests that you and your party quietly leave".
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