Radio was the train that bore me away from my small Pennsylvania village.
Our lives were braided with radio stars and characters: Big John and Sparky, Don McNeil, The Great Guildersleeve, Fibber McGee and Molly, Beulah, Jack Benny, Ozzie and Harriet, Lowell Thomas, Arthur Godfrey and Art Linkletter, to name just a few. They were our friends.
And radio brought us quiz shows, sports, the hit parade, mysteries, soap operas and symphonies.
It was always on in the background, feeding us the larger world, teaspoon by teaspoon, whether we were fully cognizant of it or not.
And all the while our imaginations painted vivid pictures of the places, people and events. They were our intimate properties.
Today's technology strips us of that magical universe where only you hold the key.
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