Me and my SW radio

Okay, picture it... Kara in rural Burkina Faso. It's a chilly, cloudy night with man eating mosquitos out, so Kara goes inside to entertain herself with her brand spankin new short wave radio. Sitting in her tin roof house with the radio and kerosene light by her side, she tries to find something on the radio besides the incomprehensible French. What? What's that? Distorted guitar? Hey! I know that song... It's the MFing Stooges!!!! (forgive my language mom) Not just one song, but the whole goddamn self-titled album (with song introductions and facts about good ol' Iggy in French). Smiling, dancing, shifting the radio around as the reception goes in and out... a flood of memories of cooking at Ag, of Michigan come pouring into my head. Wow, sometimes life is just like that.