This all came about because of a break down and the feeling of total helplessness that came over me. The light bulb came on in my head, I would buy a radio. That would be the answer to all my problems. As it worked itself out, it was a whole lot of peoples answer as well. A travelers dream. Help was as close as the hearing range of a C.B. Radio. Or just friendly conversation to help the driver get through my strip of the road. We start talking as strangers and ended up as friends. The wide open desert didn't seem so menacing as long as you knew there was a radio there. Whether it was standing cattle or hogs,hanging meat or dry goods, the big rig eighteen wheel driver wanted to know there was a radio he could depend on. It also gave me peace of mind whenever we were out on the highway. Hoping we didn't have another Parley's canyon. There were funny times, happy times, and very sad times.