It was a Saturday night at the Barnett Crossroads. Supper was over, young'uns had their bath. At exactly 6:00 p.m., the Smiths' were somewhere near the old Philco. Daddy, by now was usually stretched out in the front porch swing enjoying a dip or a roll you own. Mama was at the ironing board to finish pressing the clothes for church the next day.
The radio dial was set on the station, volumn ramped up all the way. The squealing, squawking static would abate as WSM Clear Channel 650 with 50,000 watts of power brought to us, The Grand Old Opry from the Ryman Auditorium in Nashville, Tennessee...
