Years ago I lived in a little self built shack in the Huon Valley in Southern Tasmania. We carted our own water in plastic drums and cooked on an iron pot bellied stove while we lit the place with kerosene lamps.
Every saturday night I would go get the battery out of the car and carry it up to the house. A self tapping screw half way along the battery gave me 6 volts. Set up with some wine and the fire glowing we would listen in rapture to a Prairie Home Companion.
Sadly our national network no longer takes the show but I'm so pleased that it still seems to be going. I have a tape of Garrison Keilor live in New York so I thought he had become a yuppie.
How good to have a former Codyite playing with him now -
How well does life unfold just as it should- always perfect.
Lifes good
Michael