Warm Memories Of Searching For Stations On The Radio As A Kid
As a kid I would stay up late at night and hunt on the AM radio dial for the farthest signal that would reach my bedroom. As an adult I would work in radio and wonder where folks might hear my voice due to a "skip" in the atmosphere. Now while working on a genealogy project I have discovered a man who was doing the same as me back in 1922 while living in Maine. I have written a folksy entry on my blog and hope that you enjoy it. I even have a couple of pictures added to highlight the story.