
Todd Farmer knew he was sitting on gold, but he'd been sitting on it a good long time.
Mr. Farmer explains, "that disc served me well. It's a 5 1/2" floppy, double-sided, double-density with all the original packaging. This bad boy wasn't free for me or anybody back then, so I wasn't about to throw it away."
Mrs. Farmer sings as different a tune as the contrarian ballad she's always harped. "He's had that stupid thing framed and hanging in the front room ever since before I knew him, and we've been married eight years. I kept trying to sneak it in to the trash, but he kept fishing it back out. I guess the last laugh's on me, we're going to Hawaii now."