I remember a canvas pup tent pitched in the backyard. And listening to a transistor radio most of the night with my friend David, piping in rock and roll from some AM station in Chicago. After we had reached what we judged to be the goal of staying up all night, we were back inside the house in bed a little after midnight. The ground was hard and it had begun to rain. Read more [...]
I remember a canvas pup tent pitched in the backyard. And listening to a transistor radio most of the night with my friend David, piping in rock and roll from some AM station in Chicago. After we had reached what we judged to be the goal of staying up all night, we were back inside the house in bed a little after midnight. The ground was hard and it had begun to rain. Read More