I found an old radio at a flea market. It is a buttery cream plastic dream machine. I paid $5 for it, and the guy threw in a view master with six slides for free. I half expected the slides were pornographic, but they were Disney. I set the radio on national public radio and made a cup of coffee. The day starts on npr with BBC news, it’s brief and to the point world news served with a always sexy British accent and a bit of tarty humor. Actually dry is more accurate, tarty just sounds yummy.
By midday there is a segment I suspect was created to fill time in between actual news where interesting people tell great stories. My favorite; a tale about four yuppies living for four years inside a mall. They had built an apartment in the forgotten space originally used to dump building materials. Let me add, if this sounds too sensational to believe which I understand please feel free to Google that. You’ll see video footage of the apartment, exciting really. The next day’s story told of a woman in her fifties joining the peace corps, traveling for the first time to Africa to help a group of women open a tailor shop. And yet another gripping tale was told by a soldier of the Vietnam war who is dying of cancer caused by testing bombs out at sea.
My point is, with a television, a cell phone, a full inbox of text messages, an ipod and the Internet it was indescribably refreshing to turn on a radio and listen to someone tell me a story. A legitimate, inspirational story.
4 Comments
December 3, 2007 at 3:52 pm
Enjoy your radio with very little commercial breaks
January 23, 2008 at 9:47 pm
Just as you turn on the radio for inspiration I find myself looking to your wordpress for encouraging stories. You offer what you seek in that regard.
January 24, 2008 at 7:26 pm
My muse is back..my writing may improve…
January 27, 2008 at 4:21 am
You offer what you seek in that regard.
now thats a sentance! booya!