Saturdays were often spent in my dad’s garage, the radio tuned to a sports event while my dad tinkered around doing something. It was a comforting feeling to hear that chatter patter of a game, particularly the fall college football games.
When I make the trek back to the homeland I often listen to the AM stations, just to hear the farm market reports, the very local commercials for the hardware guy and seed corn people, and to have that running dialogue to the backdrop of my childhood. Remember calling in to a station to request a song for a guy you liked? It makes me smile to think of those battle-weary DJs who fielded our teenage dedications, and the parents hosting the slumber parties where we giggling gaggles squealed with delight hearing our names on the radio.
Saturdays and the radio. Maybe I’ll head to the garage and finish that project I started two weeks ago? We have a radio in there!