There's something incredibly strange, profound even, in the fact that when this old pre-WW2 radio was fired up, literally the first thing that came out of it was a web address, and for an IT services company (barracuda.com) no less. It's a strange feeling. I can't put my finger on it. In an odd way it kinda just feels _right_. Like when Cady Coleman took a 150 year old Irish flute to the ISS with her, and played it, and then let it go, so that it floated around, and remarked that it was just the _perfect_ thing to be floating around inside an orbiting space station.
