I have a deep love for these old timey transistor radios. My Baba would give me one most every Christmas for a full decade. I think she just upgraded hers and passed me her old one because she knew I liked them. I had a hard time sleeping as a kid and I would listen to everything on my little radio all through the night. Most of it was baseball games or repeats of old radio programs from the 30s/40s. Some days I thought that war was coming because of all the WWII messages to troops from back home. I had so much strange information put into my brain at too early an age. I think that is what really broke me in the end.
Sunday, September 27, 2015
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Those are beautiful.
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