I came across the greatest thing I had as a kid that didn’t involve hits, runs and errors. My General Electric 6 transistor radio.
There’s no small irony that I found it buried in a box days after I took my latest digital dip. I got a smartphone. A Droid Eris. I am amazed at what it is capable of, and I’ve only scratched the surface of what it can do.
By height and width, if not depth, they’re about the same size.
But for all the things that Droid can do, it will never please me like that little radio.
It let me listen to Carl deSuze and Dave Maynard on WBZ, and the boss jocks on WRKO. It let me listen for school cancellations on WKOX without waking anyone up. And best of all, tucked under the pillow, it let me fall asleep to Curt Gowdy calling Red Sox games and Johnny Most hacking out Celtics play-by-play.
I have a nice stereo system, and my iPod is still a wonder to me. Right now, the Droid is more toy than tool, but that will evolve.
But that GE transistor radio. That was the best.