So I have this little radio that I bought at Amazon Prime.

It’s a cheap little radio, a TRANSISTOR radio I suppose. It only has AM/FM. It has a telescoping antenna. It fits in the palm of your hand. To change stations you have to manual tune with a dial.

As I play with the little radio, that Yum has affectionately dubbed ‘Buddy’, a wave of memories washes over me.

I’m reminded of my youth (which is loooooooooong gone now) as I had a little transistor radio like this new one. I used to stay up late at night and tune in to KFOG, giggling to the Dr Demento show under my sheets. I remember laying in my sleeping bag at night up in Yosemite, fascinated that I could tune in to AM stations as far away as Seattle or San Diego. I remember placing my little radio next to my tape recorder, using the cassette deck’s built in mic to record my favorite songs. I remember the cheap, half broken, held together with duct tape radio I had when I lived in Long Beach. At the time, it was my only source of entertainment. I used to place the radio in my window sill and listen to jazz.

Yum plays with the new radio and remembers the good ol’ days, before the world went and got itself in a big ol’ hurry.

I love this new little radio. I’m looking forward to bringing it to Yosemite later this month.

I should have bought two.