As a child, I woke up to the sound of the FM radio that emanated from the kitchen. My mom played the same program every morning, which made me aware that it must be around 6:15 AM. Time moves slowly in the morning. I'd sit at the dining table drifting in and out of incomplete dreams and then be jolted awake by a loud thud outside the front door - the newspaper guy had just dropped the day's papers, which meant it was 6:45 AM. I'd pick up the papers - there were three of them every day - an English daily, a regional language daily that was the paper of record (when such a thing existed), and a left-wing newspaper that my father subscribed out of courtesy to his friends. I took the English daily to my room and flipped straight to the sports page - the only page other than the front page to have color photos. I believe this is why I started following sports when I was 8. My mom made tea for my father, who sat at the dining table reading the regional daily. I knew tea had been delivered by the loud slurp that my father made when he drank it. It sounded like the wind howling through the deck of a pirate ship caught at sea. The slurp meant it was 7:15 AM - time for me to shower and get ready to walk to school.
Audio Worlds
Audio Worlds
Audio Worlds
As a child, I woke up to the sound of the FM radio that emanated from the kitchen. My mom played the same program every morning, which made me aware that it must be around 6:15 AM. Time moves slowly in the morning. I'd sit at the dining table drifting in and out of incomplete dreams and then be jolted awake by a loud thud outside the front door - the newspaper guy had just dropped the day's papers, which meant it was 6:45 AM. I'd pick up the papers - there were three of them every day - an English daily, a regional language daily that was the paper of record (when such a thing existed), and a left-wing newspaper that my father subscribed out of courtesy to his friends. I took the English daily to my room and flipped straight to the sports page - the only page other than the front page to have color photos. I believe this is why I started following sports when I was 8. My mom made tea for my father, who sat at the dining table reading the regional daily. I knew tea had been delivered by the loud slurp that my father made when he drank it. It sounded like the wind howling through the deck of a pirate ship caught at sea. The slurp meant it was 7:15 AM - time for me to shower and get ready to walk to school.