2:44pm Thursday
Saint Paul
Yesterday I wrote about the muffled radio I could hear at midnight…
which was no where to be found.
I was telling my kids about it. My wife chimed in:
“Oh, I heard it too!”
I guess on Tuesday morning, during her 6am workout, she heard that muffled radio.
Thought nothing of it at the time.
“The kids probably left on a radio,” said my wife.
So we checked all the radios, record players, and cassette decks we could find.
They were all set to “Off.”
Half were unplugged.
“Nope, not a radio. Unless its like the fortune telling machine in Big,” I said.
And then,
“Maybe there are people living in our walls, like Parasite.“
She didn’t like that idea.
“Or maybe there’s a hatch that leads next to our basement, and its someone’s job to push a button every 108 minutes, like Lost.”
We checked. Didn’t find a hatch.
So what was it? The heating ducts? An ultrasonic audio beam pointed at our home? Metal fillings in our teeth getting radio signals from afar? Ghosts?
We’re stumped.
But as a precaution, I’ve sprinkled holy water in every room.
No business lesson today. No marketing insights.
Just wanted you to know I’m not completely batty.