When I was young, my family would often go camping in northeast Utah, near Flaming Gorge Reservoir. After busy days of fishing, hiking, touring, etc., we’d settle down with a fire-grilled meal and listen to the radio. In the daytime, we couldn’t get any radio reception, but at night we could get AM radio from hundreds of miles away. We either listened to CBS Radio Mystery Theatre or classical music.
One evening, as we were listening to music, the overture from “The Barber Of Seville” came on. Almost immediately, I started humming and whistling to the music. My mother was astonished.
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When I was young, my family would often go camping in northeast Utah, near Flaming Gorge Reservoir. After busy days of fishing, hiking, touring, etc., we’d settle down with a fire-grilled meal and listen to the radio. In the daytime, we couldn’t get any radio reception, but at night we could get AM radio from hundreds of miles away. We either listened to CBS Radio Mystery Theatre or classical music.
One evening, as we were listening to music, the overture from “The Barber Of Seville” came on. Almost immediately, I started humming and whistling to the music. My mother was astonished.
Mom: “[My Name], how do you know this music?”
Me: “It’s the music in a Bugs Bunny cartoon.”
(kill the wabbit, kill the wabbit)