One of the thrills of my life was working on a picture with the monologist Jean Shepherd and getting to tell him how in college I used to drive several miles to the top of a hill every night so I could pick up his signal from WOR in NYC -- and the time I had to walk home after running the battery down in the winter. You're so wonderfully Shepherd here, albeit a tad more Fess Parker grizzly. (He occasionally lamented that his stuff sounded so nostalgic, he never got credit for making so much of it up.) Like the change of pace. And I also really miss that tiny post-war tract house like the one in the picture. It was so adequately manageable.
Sounds like life has been interesting for you, too, Rog. I do not miss that tract house in which I grew up. Lord it was cold and miserable an austere. I think it was part of my motivation to leave the Great White North. I love the Jean Shepherd story. I used to lay awake at night and try to pick up the 50KW stations bouncing off the ionosphere with their big signals. I think I fell in love with the wider world by picking up broadcasts from KOMA in Oklahoma City, KMOX in St. Louis, and even Bill Mack on his "All Night Open Road Show" for truckers, broadcasting out of WBAP down in Fort Worth. Radio, I think, was magical and important in those days. Now it's home to ranting madmen. And unlike Shepherd, I don't need to make stuff up, but there is certainly sufficient material from which to extrapolate, and I may turn to fiction.
a great memory... a WHOLE lot of energy in those hounds!!!!!!!!
Ya should have heard them howlin', old friend. I can still hear them today, a half dozen decades later.
One of the thrills of my life was working on a picture with the monologist Jean Shepherd and getting to tell him how in college I used to drive several miles to the top of a hill every night so I could pick up his signal from WOR in NYC -- and the time I had to walk home after running the battery down in the winter. You're so wonderfully Shepherd here, albeit a tad more Fess Parker grizzly. (He occasionally lamented that his stuff sounded so nostalgic, he never got credit for making so much of it up.) Like the change of pace. And I also really miss that tiny post-war tract house like the one in the picture. It was so adequately manageable.
Sounds like life has been interesting for you, too, Rog. I do not miss that tract house in which I grew up. Lord it was cold and miserable an austere. I think it was part of my motivation to leave the Great White North. I love the Jean Shepherd story. I used to lay awake at night and try to pick up the 50KW stations bouncing off the ionosphere with their big signals. I think I fell in love with the wider world by picking up broadcasts from KOMA in Oklahoma City, KMOX in St. Louis, and even Bill Mack on his "All Night Open Road Show" for truckers, broadcasting out of WBAP down in Fort Worth. Radio, I think, was magical and important in those days. Now it's home to ranting madmen. And unlike Shepherd, I don't need to make stuff up, but there is certainly sufficient material from which to extrapolate, and I may turn to fiction.
What? You didn't find Rush Limbaugh and Mark Davis to your liking? :) Ruined it for me too. Years ago a pretty entertaining morning team.