Madge Humphries never admitted to her age. But she had been married 52 years and she wasn't a blushing teen when she and Clarence tied the knot. At her age and after living with the same man in the same four-room house for over half a century, she periodically needed some time for herself, like 10:00am to 4:00pm daily. Then, she could be found in her own corner of the world, surrounded not by walls, but by a feisty stay-away attitude that dared anyone to enter her personal zone. There she would sit, read, crochet, make faces at the dog, and-always-listen to her Fisher PH-DS80 CD boombox. One of the granddaughters had given it to Clarence in an attempt to hip him up, but it failed and Madge took possession. She'd play her favorite CDs and cassette tapes. Or, when feeling particularly feisty, turn on the AM/FM-stereo tuner and scream obscenities at that bleeding-heart liberal talk show jerk she detested.

Fisher, happy to help everyone enjoy their little piece of the world.