Best Friends: My Faithful Midland

All of us can remember the CB radio from the seventies. Midland of course lead the way. My Grandfather loved radio and had the CB radio, in his trucks and boat. His handle was KBI5141, Fisherman Bill. I still remember him saying that, riding with him in his Chevrolet.
Must be were I get my love for radio.
During all these bad winter storms of late, my Midland Weather Radio has been getting a workout. Come this Thursday as the weather is going to warm up in the fifties and sixties. Already they are calling for severe thunderstorms and we are still February. My dad told me that The Farmer's Almanac is calling for a blizzard in March to top the "Blizzard Of 78". I can tell you that I am hoping its wrong as this winter has been one for the books.
I love my little weather band my brother gave me in 1988, it is rough looking but still is going strong, even though lighting has buzzed through it. It has a weather alarm that can send you out of your skin when it goes off. My sister always teases me that I should have been a meteorologist. I don't know about that, since Science wasn't my strongest subject in school and taking online courses recently about weather patterns to predict bad weather, all I can muster is a "B" average.
At any rate, I always consult my weather band every morning, just like my grandpa did. If he was still alive, he'd get a kick out of me doing the same thing, I am sure. In my mind I can still hear his wonderful laugh.
I will be having my Midland on and my alarm set in case it gets rough, throughout the years it has been a faithful servant . It sits neatly in my kitchen, by my sink with its antenna sticking up proudly from its little base. "It's Perfect Place For It" my brother's wife tells me "It looks like it was made for it."