Reflecting on radio, I remember Swearin’ Sid (Dad) and Rockin’ Rick (middle brother), both of whom depended on it to survive.
Reflecting on radio, I remember my father and my middle brother, both of whom depended on it to survive.
For Dad, radio was always about sports. In the era in which sports were not televised, or games were blacked out if not sold out, he was riveted to all Detroit Tigers games, cursing at every error or loss.
For Rick, it was always about music as a way to cancel out Dad’s lectures and Mom’s nagging. He spent countless hours in his room with his transistor radio listening to the Top 100 hits. Still loves that R&R music.
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