Silent Rust From Greater Days Long Past

Hidden in the back 40 of the prairie, are memories of better times rusting away in silence save for the ghostly sighing of the melancholy wind through broken windshields and radio antennas that once caught signals and blasted golden oldies through the speakers while Grandpa slapped the door to the beat with his sunburnt arm hanging out the window and his huge smile inspired by thoughts of his very first date with Grandma.