Where has the Theatre of the Mind gone?

Dr. Demento. Oh, the memories.

Inkstroke's Blog

Much of my childhood evening hours consisted of reading and a radio playing in the background. As far back as I can remember it’s been that way. The radio and a good book, or two.

One memory stands out, though. I don’t know where I got the gift from but it was a build-it-yourself, crystal (I think) radio, complete with the one-sided headphones. I was so happy to have it built and working I wanted to try it out right away. So, that night,  my brother and I huddled in our bunk bed, the streetlights illuminating out room in a pale blue glow, and we tuned the radio to the hockey game.

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