The War News Curt Vevang Our flat over the tavern wasn't large. As a five year old I slept on a day bed in the dining room. On the adjacent wall stood our Zenith floor model radio. It was taller than I was, all wood and much more impressive.
The War News
Curt Vevang
Our flat over the tavern wasn't large. As a five year old I slept on a day bed in the dining room. On the adjacent wall stood our Zenith floor model radio. It was taller than I was, all wood and much more impressive.
I remember my dad sitting on a stool in front of the radio, hunched over, his ear inches from the speaker, listening to the war news. My two biggest brothers were in the Navy in the Pacific. Nothing at our house was more important or sacred than the war news.
One night as I was falling asleep I stared at the radio and hoped upon hope - that the radio would somehow turn itself on. Turn itself on and announce that the war was over.
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