Growing up my dad built me a tree house. I would spend the night up in that tree as often as I could. I have no idea how long or often I stayed in my fort, but it sure seems like a long time – fall, winter, spring and summer for many years.
Besides reading and cooking my own breakfast of pancakes – yeah a kid COOKING on a backpacking STOVE, something that no parent would allow in this over-protective day. During these adventures in the back yard I would listen to a AM/FM radio. It was a big black thing with a mid-to-late-70s look.
I have small little green ‘emergency’ radio in my truck camper. Works good enough for me to listen to the news and occasionally some music. I’ve found a classic rock station that reminds me of the tree house listening to the tunes and reading the night away. A good memory.
I’ll also be taking this radio along during trip this spring/summer/fall on my sailboat.
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