The radio show | Tribune Elkin

When I think back to my youth, I marvel at so many adventures my friends and I have had; some of them were illegal. For example, for a short time, my friend Tommye Jo and I had our own radio show. His father, Noah, who was quite good at working with electronics, had installed a system in one of the downstairs rooms of their North Bridge Street home that allowed you to broadcast over the airways.

Tommye Jo and I decided it would be fun to have our own radio show. We never really discussed it with anyone or got permission; we just did. I’m not sure anyone even knew what we were doing. Every afternoon we would rush home from school, rush downstairs and, lo and behold, before you knew it, we were on the air. We played our favorite recordings, commented on them, and discussed other events and activities that were happening in our lives. It was a fun and creative outlet for us, and we loved sharing our favorite music and expressing our views on different topics of the day.

But, alas, as they say, all good things must come to an end, and that’s exactly what our radio show did, quite abruptly, when a guy from the FCC called Noah and told him that a illegal broadcast came from his home. Our disc jockey days were over. But don’t worry, we were sure a whole new adventure was waiting for us just around the bend.

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