The Long Road Tavern
The radio sat on a metal shelf in the control room, a Philco from the seventies with a dial that stuck between stations. Frank Harris had owned it for three years, ever since he took the job as caretaker of the antenna array out in the New Mexico desert. The job required almost nothing: check the equipment once a week, keep the generators running, and stay out of trouble. Frank had spent most...
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