Ah yes, the radio shows. Fibber McGee and Molly, Amos and Andy, The Shadow, The Green Hornet Superman, The Keeper of the Crypt, Red Ryder, Bobby Benson, Edgar Bergen and Charlie McCarthy (who could ever think that a ventriloquist on the radio could be entertaining?), and more. Back then we used our imagination. Later one neighbor on our road got a TV, and one night a week, every kid in the neighborhood would be one the floor there, watching The Lone Ranger, in black and white. Don't recall if we were ever invited, but as soon as we found out he had it, we invited ourselves. We didn't get a TV until 2 or 3 years at least, after we moved when I was in the 7th grade. The remote was me. Back then the comic strips in the news paper were 4 pages long, and the Sunday comics almost a small novel. Ah, times past. Remember my dad walking up the drive in uniform, with his duffle bag on his shoulder. The train that went thru down, and never stopped, let him off, it was done for every returning military after the war. Good memories, but I'll stick with toda.
"It ain't what you're told, it's what you know." - Granny Weatherwax
Some days, the supply of available curse words is insufficient to meet my demands.
Call me a craftsman, artisan, or artistic, and I will accept that. Call me an artist and you will likely get a quite rude comment in return. I am not a @#$%ing artist.