>>15019225Camping out in the summers at home. The neighbor was a collector of old radio shows. Cozy on our sleeping bags with snacks and such under his window where he'd mounted speakers--and listen to THE SHADOW or "Digger O'Dells, you baggem we taggem"...muaaaa the Shadow Lurks. So fucking wholesome-- those days. Flirting dangerously with any neighbor girls that showed up--never having the courage to sin--just think about it. The organ music still reverberates in my head--you just knew something was about to happen. The halcyon days of Mayberry...where Gomer wasn't the brightest bulb in the chandelier, but he was just as loved as Sheriff Andy.
