It looks like a square with a corner cut off.
In 1972, when I was 10 years old, my dad’s parents gave me a Christmas present that would change my life. A Sony ICR-1826 model transistor radio.
This small, white cube would send me down a career path that a lucky few travel.
Late at night, long after I was supposed to have been asleep, I would turn the radio down low next to my pillow and tune in voices from hundreds, even ...Continue Reading →