It was the size of a small book and had a leatherette case.

Picture four southern camp kids in the tent in the woods in the middle of the night. Pull the radio from its hiding place, hold it up in the air and turn it just right, and we can listen to forbidden rock 'n roll music from Chicago fade in and out. It's great.

We never made it to breakfast on time or had a flashlight that worked. The batteries all ended up in the radio.
- Phil