Back in the pre-e-log 1990s, hard now as it is to imagine, we didn’t have what my friend from Tennessee calls “all these Youtubes and Spotifryers.” You see, righteous reader, we made our own entertainment right there on the CB radio. You had to use your imagination back then. Sometimes, at 3 a.m., when the only law was don’t get sleepy, things could get interesting.
Self-styled rhyming comedians weren’t uncommon. Then there were the female impersonators, hoping to lure the grain haulers. And there were the females themselves.
For my part, I would sometimes sing on the CB. It went something like this:
Breaker one-nine.
Go ahead, break.
I’d like to share a song.
Someone would sigh, then:
