Radio: from my beginning
Yesterday, I mentioned how I became interested in weather. Today, I'll do the same for Radio.
When I was a young boy, we were firmly entrenched in the color television era. I can still remember the Curtis Mathes color console in our small living room. It was more like a piece of furniture. More vivid, are the memories of Mom singing along when her favorite Motown songs would come on the kitchen radio. Or, the football & baseball play-by-play coming from the garage, while Dad worked. For my grandmother, it was country music. She found that she slept better with the radio playing all night long.
I fell in love with the DJ's patter between records. Dad even helped me build a crystal radio. It was nowhere near as good as our other radios, but I was enthralled by being able to hear radio from excess stuff we had around the house. One year, I was given a 20-in-1 electronic project kit. One of the projects was , a radio transmitter. I never needed to find out what else you could build. Even though the transmitter only had a range of a few feet, that was enough the reel me in.
When I later took radio in college, my instructor warned us not to expect to be a Bob Collins or Larry Lujack. That didn't dissuade me in the least. I was happy working for my dream.
I'm thankful that I got to live my dream. I've had so much fun spinning the platters (now, computer files) & going out in the field for the interviews. I even love the prep time, which is sometimes longer that the show, itself.
I'm in it. I'm living my dream.
Thanks to everyone who helped make that dream come true.