My radio
Tuesday, Feb. 22, 2005 - 5:07 a.m.

Today I go to the doctor to have a recheck from my surgeon. As it turns out I did not have a hernia. I had a tumor. It was removed, and I am glad.

This is the best I have felt in a long time and I am glad for that.

I could not sleep because I kept thinking about the time I first saw a radio that did not have to be plugged into the wall.

It was called a transistor radio, and I wanted one so bad I could taste it. It cost about a weeks wages at that time and I never thought I would get one.

Well I was wrong. I did not know it but my Granny had plenty of money, and she bought me one of them. I did not know she had money cause money meant nothing to me. All I knew was she had love, and I had my radio.

It was the summer of sixty two, and I discovered the joys of songs like under the boardwalk and such.

I listened all that summer and mowed lawns just to keep in batteries.

Now I do not know where the radio is. I believe my granny is in heaven. And I am left with the sweet memories of days gone by when life was so simple.

I want to never lose that.


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