Well, then what happened?
Lunch, then next stop. We met a fellow at an I-5 (the major north-south freeway that connects the two "Orygone" towns) off-ramp. A nice, honest guy with a Vintage Howard radio. We chatted with him for awhile, thanked him for his time, but decided the radio would be more work than it was worth.
We proceeded southward, calling another party about a RCA Victor R-52, however we were unable to reach him.
"I've got an idea," Russ said. "Remember the guy we bought the movie-dial, tall-boy console from 'bout three years ago?" Russ had fixed it up, but we had to sell it. The Old Radio Museum bulged at the beams.
"No." I can remember what I had last night for dinner. Russ has a wonderful memory. I use it often.
"He said if we ever decided to sell it, to please let him know. Let's stop by his house, since it's on the way home."
"Okay." We did. He wasn't home, so Russ left a note and his card.
The message blinked when we arrived home. Sure enough. "Consider it sold."
Russ not only has an memory--at times I wish he didn't have--but also incredible luck. We also received an e-mail, " What is funny is that I am in the process of turning the back half of that RV Garage into a pool room. Your note coincides with my needing cool stuff for that space and it will be a great thing to have in there."
Such a nice fellow. How appropriate the radio would be returned to it's owner--renovated with an MP3 player adaption. "Bet it will be the only Radiola 80 to ever play MP3's," Russ noted. Bet it will. ;)
Below is a photo of the old radio's original home.