Floating around in the Gulf of Tonkin at zero dark thirty on a starry night with nothing going on I would tune in AM stations on this humongous beast of a receiver we had in the radio shack. It was, of course, connected to really good antennae on the 03 level of the Tin Can. I got lots of Chinese, Vietnamese and probably Laotian or Cambodian stuff but sometimes I could tune in XTRA from Tijuana and listen to Wolfman Jack. Then I was in heaven.
Wow! Wolfman Jack. That must have been awesome. Especially at that time!