One night when I was in New Orleans at the French Quarter,there was a
guy sitting on the curb in front of Houlihan's and there was loud jazzy
music and people were dancing in the street.(Bourbon Street) The guy had
an old Zenith Trans-Oceanic transistor radio sitting by him.He would get
up every few minutes (he was drunk just like a lot of those other people
were drunk too) and dance a few steps and then sit back down on the curb
for a few minutes.Oviouslly the radio didn't work because the round dial
thingy that is for tuning in stations kept falling out of his radio on
the curb.
cuhulin