The Radio Was My Pal. I Was

At A Tiny Station In New Albany, Indiana, Which Is Right Across From The River From Louisville, Kentucky, Where I Grew Up. The Louisville Stations Were Loath To Hire Beginners, So I Had To Go Across The River.

Soon It Will Be A Sin Of Parents To Have A Child That Carries The Heavy Burden Of Genetic Disease. We Are Entering A World Where We Have To Consider The Quality Of Our Children.

The Pictures Are Created By The Listener, With A Little Help From The Broadcaster. The Pictures Are Perfect. If You're Showing Pictures, Different Things In That Picture Can Distract From The Spoken Word.

But When You See Personal Artifacts Relating To - By Genealogy At Least - A Living Human Being, It Was Just More Impressive To Me Than Just About Anything I've Ever Read About Slavery Before.

With Radio, The Listener Absorbs Everything.