Radio Divination

 

When I was 16 I got my first vehicle.  I’ll never forget the day that my Grandfather drove it up the driveway for me with all my friends there and my Father smiling because he had worked on making it happen.  It was one of the most incredible moments of my life.  That truck was freedom for me. I could go where I wanted and do whatever I wanted.  (For the most part.) One of my favorite things to do though was to drive around and listen to the radio. Oh! I also loved to sing at the top of my lungs.  It was my own little sound booth. Keep Reading