| I am in a old time radio station-the equipment is acting up but running. The technology is pre-world war II, klunky looking mircrophones dials, meters, tubes, panels and knobs of black bakelite. There were even square glass jars filled with acid. Much like what you might see at tech museums. I could smell the ozone, the hot bakelite, and the acid. Mr. K (my real life boss) hands me a still hot old time glass radio tube that I can see its insides are blackened from suffering a burn out. It is clear to me, he expects me to do something about it. I rummage through a box of similar tubes, ones discarded from some past events. Most looked totally burnt out. I finally locate one with bent prongs but the glass was clear and the inner parts appeared intact. I offer it to try. Mr. K says No, the broadcast is on and we must wait to do repairs. We wait and look through a sound proof viewing window at the broadcast room, an anouncer who looks like Bill Clinton, intruduces a nice looking woman to sing. I struggle to make sence of the lyrics but the old style speakers distorted it too much. it was a sweet love song, I think. They left and a news crew took over the broadcast. From a stack of photos Mr. K hands me one of the girl who just sang, saying: "You just saw history in the making." Somehow I felt left out, peeved and disapointed but accepted the photo as gracefully as I could. |
