Carl's Crank

SOLD |  17" X 12"  |  Acrylic on board

Carl was a popular cat being he had the only transistor radio on the farm. Sunday talk shows. Monday night Motown. Reggae Nation every Friday at seven. Carl was a walking sound machine, a hi-def hipster who traded in 9-volts and tin foil. The ladies loved the top-40 and the kids danced to the noon-time oldies, but what really turned Carl's crank was listening to the Red Sox. He'd adjust the dial to 1060 am, cock his head slightly to the east and there atop the manure pile, looking out over the alfalfa field, he could almost see home plate. To purchase this goat painting email Brad Bunkers.