We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Remember when you carried around one of these, every where you went? Remember what liberation it was not to be tied to an electric cord and you could tuck it in your shirt pocket? It even had small earphones. The transistor radio only played AM, but AM was all music then. I still have mine (I take care of my treasures), and Jason and I use it to listen to ball games while were out and about.
Remember the music, also liberating, at the 50s start of RnR and pre-Beatles. Remember when you'd stay up late harmonizing with your friends or the song or all night listening. Remember when love was romantic and not another four-letter word.
My friend Charlotte sent me this one. Maybe you'll still like it, and you don't have to stay up late to listen. Or, you can find many of the greats on Youtube, and rock and remember all night long. Got something better to do?
Loved all thosoe old songs. We must be about the same age. Read you blog all them time. Love those pictures of the Northeast. Love your portion of this great country. Keep on bloggin and I'll keep on reading.
I'm jealous, seeing the photo of your little treasure reminds me of my little green radio, and makes me wish I had not so readily tossed it aside. While at Boy Scout camp I used that radio to listen to the lunar landing. and it's portability and earphones allowed me to sneak it into class and secretly listening to the Yankees and Cardinals playing in the World Series.
Now they have earbud glasses and smart phone TV's, I guess it's nice to feel like things are not as different as we can make them out to be.
My radio memory is a big wooden affair [ 18"X10"X 8"?]in my bedroom that a family friend, an electronics and ham radio enthusiast, built for us. He also built our first TV. While I listened mostly to the local AM teenybopper station, I could also get stations far away from New England. There was the country twang of WCKY in Cincinatti, and WLS in Chicago.
That I can still recall the twang and country music from WCKY, nearly a half century after hearing it, shows that it made an impression on me. There were different ways of doing things.