Last week when taking daughter to her violin lesson I noticed a house with a Sold sign and various pieces of furniture on the lawn. I gave it a quick gander (old habits from Moorhead fix up/clean up week die hard) but didn't notice anything special. After the lesson, I took a closer look and then told daughter "We're going back." Mixed in among the end tables and whatnot was this beauty of a Magnavox.
Daughter and I wrestled it into the back of the Roadmaster (Estate Wagon for the win!) and drove it home. There it sat for nearly a week, as we were making a road trip to see Willie Nelson and I didn't have time to monkey with it. Last night we wheeled it in to the location seen above.
It has a record player and an AM/FM radio. And it actually works. Sort of. I believe I can fix it. The pots are really scratchy, and the needle is shot. But the turntable does work and I was able to eke out a little volume from the vinyl.