The Strong Silent Type
I decided to document this and make it my first BROG post! Hello all!
Happy New year and it’s moving time!
Strumming through your piles and packing it all away bit by ever loving bit.
It’s our curse and we love it. Right?
Just watch “Hoarders” on A&E and it will make you feel somewhat better aside from the regular twitch of anxiety and embarrassment.
Then there’s a moment you run into something you haven’t powered up in a few years and you poosh da button, and it doesn’t work and you feel perturbed .
You are under a spell…
You knew at one time “it did”, and after Waffle Wednesday and a whole pot of coffee I’m on it. I miss that grating voice very little. But the button, alas it is… brokedid.
First you survey the best entry, what’s installed over what, the order that makes these things. “Thank god there isn’t stickers applied over that seam!”
Have at it doctor Paul, just keep track of your screws if you love your toy!
Seems like the motor inside the “Squawk box” gets a little stiff after a rubber band that cranks the little record has been bending it’s shank for 30 years.
The rubber band is in pretty good shape! Have to be really careful not to get any lube on it.
Easing up the pressure, and a little WD-40 has it rolling in no time! YAY! I have 3 little records to play!
Ah I love reassembly. The delicate balancing act that it is!
Machinder freaks should get a kick out of those sand bottle capped legs!
Screws into plastic strip ever so easily. Don’t powerhouse it on the reinstall.
And he’s all good!
Click below to hear him talk via Youtube before he gets packed away for another 10 years!
Thanks for reading! I feel ever so much better!
