A gift...

My dad is not one to part with things, so walking into his study is a bit like walking into one of those curiosity shops you see in old movies.  There's everything from 17th century medical books, a skull, a brick from Yankee stadium, framed bugs from around the world, coins from every country, and who knows what else.  I love that room.  I love that it looks like the way my dad thinks.  Broad, varied, and always interesting.  Every time I go over there he makes it a point to call me in and show me something new.  He gets so excited over new scientific discoveries or interesting people in history.  My dad and I share a love of old things.

Today my dad gave me this:

It's an old transistor radio from the 30's.  It's leather and the top opens up to reveal a map, and y'all know how I feel about those : o )