Redcarmoose
Headphoneus Supremus
So it was a time in the mid-1970s till the mid-1980s when both Science Teachers and Anatomy/Physiology Teachers could ramble on (for days) about whatever subject they wanted. No one ever questioned their relevance to the subjects being presented, nor gave a fuss about how safe or politically correct they represented themselves to be in such stories. As such I still have complete memories as to their talks, and hold such stories in high regard.
One such story was a week-end adventure of my science teacher. He (wandering out into the wooded camping areas) wanting to enjoy the peace and quiet some of these areas offered. A simple weekend of joy finding splendor in relaxation and thinking. Oh, and what a thinker he was, holding our interest in classroom talks for a hour (a day) 5 days a week. He was the perfect science teacher holding demonstrations as well as talks about science theory. Now mind you, a lot of his subjects were of the dry and graphic nature, such as the periodic table of elements. But one day he had a story, now of course this story centered around his weekend adventure, and of course it include science.
This time he was visiting (his regular camping ground) and was minding his own business. At times he would bring his girl friend and at times he would ride solo. Though this time he was bewildered by the sound of loud music. As such this music never ceased and continued for the duration of his tormented stay.
What could he do?
He politely asked if they would lower the volume of their 8-tracks. But no, they were on a mission and no bald-headed intruder from out in the forrest near by was going to spoil their party.
He went home.
Back at his home base he put together an idea, a method for stopping the madness. A device so diabolical for tape recorded music that it would remain infamous in the little Junior High Kid's minds. He used a small suite case which was stealthy looking like the package of important stuff that anyone would walk around with. Only he installed a car-battery hooked to a coil of wires making the biggest electro-magnetic filed you have maybe ever seen in daily life.
Yep, this thing put out waves of tape erasing juice!
The next week he returned to the camp site, and sure enough the next weekend those rockers were still there, they may have even stayed there for a week straight with great rock-n-roll blaring out disrupting the forrest creatures both human and domestic.
He waited a 1/2 day then slowly (first turning on his diabolical device) walked over to say "Hi". The rockers were totally friendly and offered him a seat and a beer. This was standard fair for the 1970s, as most types, even with loud music were game for talk and socialization. He just happened to find a place to sit right next to the 8-track collection. Yep, a box of prized tapes, which someone spent a fortune on and held of value showcasing there taste, or lack of taste in music.
Little did they know that after he picked-up his case after drinking the beer that the whole tape collection had been deleted and remained forever erased for good!
Yep, those were the times, when you could take the law into your own hands, forever a guarantee of a peaceful future week-end.
Oh, and the people came by his campground area to exclaim how something happened to all their tapes. The teacher just smiled and looked dumbfounded.
Cheers!
One such story was a week-end adventure of my science teacher. He (wandering out into the wooded camping areas) wanting to enjoy the peace and quiet some of these areas offered. A simple weekend of joy finding splendor in relaxation and thinking. Oh, and what a thinker he was, holding our interest in classroom talks for a hour (a day) 5 days a week. He was the perfect science teacher holding demonstrations as well as talks about science theory. Now mind you, a lot of his subjects were of the dry and graphic nature, such as the periodic table of elements. But one day he had a story, now of course this story centered around his weekend adventure, and of course it include science.
This time he was visiting (his regular camping ground) and was minding his own business. At times he would bring his girl friend and at times he would ride solo. Though this time he was bewildered by the sound of loud music. As such this music never ceased and continued for the duration of his tormented stay.
What could he do?
He politely asked if they would lower the volume of their 8-tracks. But no, they were on a mission and no bald-headed intruder from out in the forrest near by was going to spoil their party.
He went home.
Back at his home base he put together an idea, a method for stopping the madness. A device so diabolical for tape recorded music that it would remain infamous in the little Junior High Kid's minds. He used a small suite case which was stealthy looking like the package of important stuff that anyone would walk around with. Only he installed a car-battery hooked to a coil of wires making the biggest electro-magnetic filed you have maybe ever seen in daily life.
Yep, this thing put out waves of tape erasing juice!
The next week he returned to the camp site, and sure enough the next weekend those rockers were still there, they may have even stayed there for a week straight with great rock-n-roll blaring out disrupting the forrest creatures both human and domestic.
He waited a 1/2 day then slowly (first turning on his diabolical device) walked over to say "Hi". The rockers were totally friendly and offered him a seat and a beer. This was standard fair for the 1970s, as most types, even with loud music were game for talk and socialization. He just happened to find a place to sit right next to the 8-track collection. Yep, a box of prized tapes, which someone spent a fortune on and held of value showcasing there taste, or lack of taste in music.
Little did they know that after he picked-up his case after drinking the beer that the whole tape collection had been deleted and remained forever erased for good!
Yep, those were the times, when you could take the law into your own hands, forever a guarantee of a peaceful future week-end.
Oh, and the people came by his campground area to exclaim how something happened to all their tapes. The teacher just smiled and looked dumbfounded.
Cheers!
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