The 405 Aired May 1st, 2026
I wanna again welcome you to The 405 Coffee Break. Guys, Weekends coming. Get you a cup of coffee. Beautiful out there. Glass iced tea bottle of water, cool tall glass of milk, anything you want. Let's see what's happening.
O.K. Solberg:Spring wheat $6.28 a bushel. 550lb steer calf, they did move some last week, $5.05 a pound down there at PAYS in Billings. A 100lb fat lamb in Billings will fetch you $2.90 a pound. But guys, there's more much more.
O.K. Solberg:It's May Day, the May. You know, guys, May 1 has hosted major historical milestones included in the 1931 dedication of the Empire State Building that that happened on May 1.
O.K. Solberg:It was on 05/01/1840 that the postal service released the 1st adhesive postage stamp. Bet you didn't know that. Not just in 1840, on May 1. Did you realize it was 05/01/1956, a year before I was born, when they first released the polio vaccine? Yep. And it was 05/01/1930, the year my dad was born when the planet Pluto was officially named.
O.K. Solberg:But then as you also must remember, there was on 08/24/2006 where Pluto was officially reclassified to a dwarf planet, but at least it's a planet still in the classification. It was also May 1 that Elvis officially married Priscilla in 1967, actually, in the summer of love. Did you know that Priscilla is still alive and well? Yes. She is at 80 years young.
O.K. Solberg:But I hear you saying, wait. We're gonna talk about the May all day long? No. We aren't. I'll share my theme bible verse for The 405 and then share with you a delightful little story I found online.
O.K. Solberg:Deuteronomy 32:7 Remember the days of old, consider the years of many generations. Ask your father and he will show you your elders and they will tell you. I love that verse. Deuteronomy thirty two seven.
O.K. Solberg:Now listen to the story from online. He sat on the far end of the park bench, the kind that creeks just a little when you lean back and remember things. It was late afternoon, the sun hanging low like it had nowhere in particular to be, and the breeze carried with it the faint smell of cut grass and yesterday's laughter. Across the way, there stood a ball field, baseball, still there, same backstop, same crooked foul pole that leaned like it had a story to tell, but no game, No dust.
O.K. Solberg:No boys arguing safe or out. Just quiet. And then then there was a boy not 10 feet away perched on the other end of that same bench, head down, shoulders hunched, thumbs moving like they were being paid by the hour. A glow lit his face, not the sun, mind you, but something smaller, colder, a screen. A man watched him for a moment and then another, and he wondered, not in a judging sort of way.
O.K. Solberg:No. Not like that. More like a man looking at a locked door remembering when it used to swing wide open. He glanced back at the empty field. He could almost hear it, the crack of the bat that didn't quite connect right, the shout of a kid who swore it did, the thought of a ball hit in a borrowed glove two sizes too big.
O.K. Solberg:Yeah. You could see bicycles laid in the grass like fallen soldiers, fishing poles propped against the fence, and a line of boys daring each other to climb just one rung higher. Back when time didn't move fast, it ran. Back when the only notification that mattered was your name being yelled across a field. Hey. You're up.
O.K. Solberg:He shifted on the bent. The boy didn't look up, didn't hear the wind, didn't notice the field, didn't see the sky putting on a show that no screen had ever quite gotten right. And the man thought about saying something. Thought about saying, hey, son, you ever throw a curveball?
O.K. Solberg:Or you know there's a river just past those trees where there's some pretty good fishing? Or what's got your attention so tightly you forgot the rest of the world, but but he didn't because he knew something. You don't pry a hand loose by pulling on it. You'll wait. That's all you can do is wait.
O.K. Solberg:So he leaned back again, let the bench creak its quiet agreement, and he pulled up picked up a small stick from the ground, rolled it between his fingers like it was something important. Then with a slow motion born of years and memories, he stood up, walked a few steps towards the empty field, and he tossed that stick underhanded like a pitch no one was there to catch except the boy glanced up just for a second, just long enough to see it,
O.K. Solberg:and maybe, just maybe to wonder why. The man didn't say a word, just gave a half smile, the kind that doesn't explain itself, then he walked, not far, just enough to leave space because sometimes all it takes is a single throw into an empty field to remind someone, it wasn't always empty. And if you listen closely, it still isn't. Thy end.
O.K. Solberg:I like it a lot. Weekend's coming. Go out and enjoy.
O.K. Solberg:So until next time, as you go out there, remember now, don't be bitter.