Sitting by the campfire. Dinner done, everything put away for the night. Once the sun goes down a.m. stations can be heard from around the country. The commentators are so much better than the ones on t.v. I even like the local ads, gives you a flavor for the locales.
I was camping with a friend in the 1000 Islands some years ago. We were listening to the Cardinal vs Giants in San Fran. That game went 14 innings. We were up until 4 am drinking beer. Didn’t get much fishing in next morning. LOL
Ahh...memories.
It's Summer, 1968. Cincinnati. I'm about 10 years old. It's 9:30 at night. Grandpa and Grandma are in their cushioned rockers at either side of the front porch, rocking back and forth in a barely perceptible motion. It's a muggy night but it has cooled a lot since the 95 degree heat of the day. I'm sitting on the steps in the middle of the front porch. The Katydids are making a hell of a noise and the fireflies in the field across the street are like fireworks.
Grandpa is drinking his Hudepohl beer from a two handled enameled quart size pot. Grandma is sipping hers from a glass. She hates the taste but she says, "It helps me sleep." I've got my Vernor's ginger ale. Ice cold in a clear glass bottle with the yellow and green painted-on label.
The Reds are on the radio sitting next to Grandpa's chair and they're whipping the Cards at Crosley Field downtown.
Life could not be sweeter.
I still enjoy that pleasure to this very day, but I had the essence of BBQ to the menu.
Come on over, we are having brats and chicken tonight. Smoked pork shoulder and ribs over the weekend.