My father worked as a civil servant in the seventies; he and his colleagues had to track down radio pirates causing interference to emergency services. If those pirates were caught, their transmitting equipment and everything connected to it was confiscated. Dad used to have to destroy that equipment himself, smashing it with an axe, and taking photos of it as evidence for the official report. Twice my father stole something for himself, a transmitter he found very interesting and for me a Kenwood KA-3600 receiver with an extra light bulb added to the front for when the radio pirate was live on air. I was 12 at the time when I got that Kenny, now I am over 50. That same Kenwood is still going strong here in front of me under the computer screen on which I am typing this. First it was just an old receiver, then it became vintage, and now it’s a piece of working antiques. Thanks to that Kenwood, I became a bit of a fanboy, which is why there is now a very nice seventies Kenwood amplifier in the living room and not another brand.