My husband told us a funny story about his dad's c b radio. It was in their station wagon. My husband, just a kid back then, was sitting in the car on a Sunday morning waiting for everyone else to come out. He was allowed to listen to their CB but not talk. Two truckers were somewhere close and carrying on a conversation. One of them mentioned that he had four hours to spare and didn't know what to do. Danny quickly grabbed the microphone and said, "go to church". Then the other trucker replied, "Well, you heard that!"

I have to laugh because it was almost like God speaking to those two truckers out of the blue!