Many years ago - in 1989 - the Phoenix Theatre was doing a production of The Cemetery Club and I was the Stage Manager. It was a fun show and the actresses were great. The set was problematic, since it involved trucks that had to be secured with hooks and eyes in the dark, and a house on a pivot...but anyway.
Then the management decided that a New Year's Eve performance would be followed by a party with dancing and that the cast and crew would be in charge of the crowd....getting them worked up and keeping them dancing and helping serve the champagne, etc.
At the time I had a 1984 Ford Escort. My friend Sabian (who was the light person) and I were driving down the street toward the theatre on New Year's Eve Day. There on the street to be picked up by the trash men was a RADIO....a RADIO.... We looked at each other, drove around the block, and picked it up and put it into the back of my Escort. It doesn't work, but it looks great, and I rigged some Christmas lights so that it lights up if need be....some of the knobs are missing and I had to wire the front door shut.
The story isn't as lovely as DR BEN's....but when I look at it, I always remember The Cemetery Club and four fine actresses and Sabian....