I grew up in the military. My father was stationed at Fort Knox, Kentucky. I was between the ages of 9 and 10 years old. When everybody was
supposed to be in bed, I would be under my covers listening to my transistor radio. I would have the single (mono) earphone in my ear trying to
tune in my favorite radio station, WLS out of Chicago. This was around 1965 and AM (not FM) was king. The only problem was you could only
tune WLS at night. They would always play the latest and greatest rock -n- roll long before anybody else.
So there I was one night trying to tune in WLS when it happened. I have never been the same. It was a radio drama. Alone, under the covers, in
the dark the drama began to unfold. I started using my mind's eye. I started smelling smells that were not there. Seeing sights that were not
around. Feeling things both emotional and physical that I could not touch. I started using my imagination in a way that was foreign to me. After
that, at night, I would try to find a station that played Old Time Radio (it wasn't called that then).
The years came and went. I met Sheila (my wife) and we got married in 1975. I would every now and then find a show on the radio for her to
listen to. Like me, she feel in love with them. In 1977 she gave birth to our oldest son, Jeremy and 1978 our next and last child, a son, Joshua.
We spent the next 18 to 20 years trying to turn them into young men. And we are very proud and happy with the way they turned out.
Around 1995 someone at work talked me into getting a computer. We bought a used one and started on the road to the Internet. Many years
later, and a couple of computers, we have a pretty good collection of Old Time Radio shows.
Neither one of us are TV people. We couldn't tell you the name of any new shows. We like to read or play board games. And of course listen to
Remember, imagination is a terrible thing to waste.
John & Sheila Peterson