Your life is a journey you must travel with a deep consciousness of God.
1 Peter 1:18
When I listen to NPR, I sometimes hear spots for L.A. Theater Works productions. Usually they don’t sound particularly compelling, so it doesn’t generally bother me that they start at 10 pm. Yesterday evening, though, I just had to hear their production: War of the Worlds, with Leonard Nemoy and a bunch of other Star Trek cast. SUPER COOL.
The upshot is that I didn’t stay up, but thanks to the interwebz, it’s easy enough to listen later. It makes me happy that, in a world of Kinects, iPhones, YouTube, and flying cars, the art of the radio show has not died.
When I was a kid, I listened to The Shadow (episodes here!, thanks again to the interwebz) religiously. Before I went to bed, Dad would come into my bedroom, sit on the floor leaning against my bed, and we’d listen to an episode of The Shadow. This worked better than trying to have Dad read aloud, because listening to a tape, Dad could fall asleep (which he’d do even while reading aloud, which would partly account for the extremely long time it took us to get through Texas) and I could keep listening.
We also enjoyed Hank the Cowdog, which actually continued to be pretty hilarious as we got older, thanks to the many jokes for adults built in. Colleen and I also listened to The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings as we got a older.
All this to say that radio shows comprise a very real, meaningful portion of my growing-up years, and I’m delighted that this isn’t an entirely lost art.