Two little Sony's and a tabletop radio in my bedroom.
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Impressions: Radios
Que sera, sera
I think it was my fourteenth birthday when my father bought me a transistor radio. They were a wonder. Mine was small enough to hold in a hand, with a little leatherette case and ear bud, from Japan.
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Radio Guys
Reflecting on radio, I remember my father and my middle brother, both of whom depended on it to survive.
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Radio, Radio
I particularly liked the weekly feature from StoryCorps, personal stories narrated by one family member to another. Probably no surprise to this crowd.
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