My Failed Career as a Radio Jock (The Gasp Heard ‘Round New York)

I loved my transistor radio. It was black and silver, smaller than my hand, often hidden away in my pocket or attached to my ear. I listened to the tinny sounds of my favorite tunes through the postage stamp sized speaker. As I remember, the power players in New York City were WMCA’s Good Guys,Continue reading “My Failed Career as a Radio Jock (The Gasp Heard ‘Round New York)”