"Imagine that there was a time in America when a child sat next to a radio and simply listened. But didn t just listen, was enthralled and knew that this time was his alone, that he was part of the vortex of drama unfolding inside the radio s innards. . . . I never saw a punch thrown, or a glass shatter, or a blood-smeared shirt as I listened to the radio. Nor did I know Barbara Stanwyck s hairstyle as she overacted in "Sorry, Wrong Number "on the Lux Radio Theatre. And I had no idea how corpulent Happy Felton was as he dropped ten silver dollars that jangled into a Sheffield s Milk bottle...
"Imagine that there was a time in America when a child sat next to a radio and simply listened. But didn t just listen, was enthralled and knew tha...