Tuesday, October 18, 2016
Grandma Sophie's Transistor
Whenever I hear the word transistor I think of my grandmother covered in baby oil, listening to her favorite music, on Brighton Beach. She kept her transistor next to her ear on the towel. My sister and I ran into the water and swam. My grandfather stayed in the apartment looking through binoculars at all of the bikinis from the window.
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