"The Big Broadcast" Live Sunday 9/23 7-11pm est

WAMU ^ | 9/23/18 | Freak SJW Murray Horwitz

[Vision]

Friends it's Sunday night again and time to relax. Warm up the tubes for another 4 hours of classic radio Americana.

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[Vision]

The Big Broadcast is a Sunday night tradition for families throughout the WAMU listening area.

Longtime radio personality and The Big Broadcast host Ed Walker passed away early on Oct. 26 at age 83. We invite you to leave your thoughts and remembrances.

Saying Goodbye To Ed Walker

Ed Walker spent 65 years on the radio. His last program was unlike any other.

[Vision]

Happy Sunday Night...Classic Radio Time...

[Vision]

7 p.m. Yours Truly, Johnny Dollar
“The Phantom Chase Matter” Pts. 1 & 2 (CBS, Original air date October 15, 1956)(Running time 29:08)

7:45 p.m. Drene Time
“The Bickersons” (Original air date: April 20, 1947)(Running time 10:45)

8 p.m. Gunsmoke
“The Imposter” Pts. 1 & 2 (CBS, Original air date July 24, 1960)(Running time 23:36)

8:40 p.m. Dragnet
“The Big Show” (NBC, Original air date April 10, 1952)

9:15 p.m. X Minus One
“Hello Tomorrow” (NBC, Original air date February 29, 1956)

10 p.m. Biography In Sound
“The Serious George Gershwin” (NBC, Aug. 30, 1955)(Running time 51:44)

[Vision]

Happy Sunday all...it's a rain out today in the mid Atlantic...

An unusual lineup tonight, it may be a fund-raising show and if so they're about to use time like never before...never heard of Drene Time and don't know why it's starting at 7:45pm...not sure why Dragnet would start at 8:40 and X Minus One at 9:15 and go until 10pm...then a show on George Gershwin, I thought they did one on him recently...

How are you? Sorry for the thread not being up for a few weeks, travel has settled down...

[Viking2002]

Early evening, folks.

[Calvin Locke]

Never heard of Drene either.

It was P&G's first foray into the hair care market with [Royal] Drene Shampoo, synthetic, not soap-based.

It was superseded by Head & Shoulders in the 1970s.

[Vision]

How have you been? Must be cooling down by now...

[Vision]

Now that you mention it as a hair product maybe I've heard it before.

[Calvin Locke]

Very vague for me trying to remember, even growing up in the 60s and 70s.

Besides H&S, I remember a pearl being dropped into a bottle of Prell.

Me? I've of the Suave persuasion, not being able to tell the difference.

And whatever occasional clarifying one is cheap.

Oh, and I recall VO5.

[WXRGina]

Hi, Guys! How are you doing?

The weekend flew by, as usual.

[Vision]

Life is grand Gina. Too much rain though, it's been washing away my work in reseeding the lawn. You?

[WXRGina]

We’re good, although wishing for a little rain. :-) It’s on the way.

I’m glad you’re having a smooth time. And maybe it won’t be a fundraising night for you. :-D

[Vision]

Parts of my backyard are a swamp and can't be mowed. I'd gladly give some of this to you.

[WXRGina]

Oh, bless your heart, Vision. I know the feeling of too much rain.

[Viking2002]

If you consider an ambient temp of 91 or 92 ‘cool’, then yes, it’s cooled down a little. I fractured a rib last week and have been working from home the last few days so I’m not driving around jacked up on oxycodone. Her Highness got an MRI done on her shoulder and they discovered two rotator cuff tears and the labrum completely detached from the bone, so she has to have surgery next month. It’s just a giggle a minute around there. What’s up with you guys?

[WXRGina]

Get well soon, the both of you! I know Mrs. Viking has a long way to go yet, and your rib will take a while to heal, too. :-/

[Vision]

How’d you break a rib?

Things are good, recently back from Italy. It's be raining here way too much. Removed the tomato plants this weekend and will try to grow kale over the fall/winter.

[Viking2002]

Let's just say that, either I don't know my own strength, or I don't know how to get out of my own way. LOL A little of both, now that I think about it. And it's directly opposite the side where I tore that chest muscle six months ago. A half of an Oxycodone #10 every four hours is getting me through the worst of it. I gotta start remembering I'm 55 and not 25 anymore. (That's what my doc keeps telling me, anyway.) Getting brittle. Worst part is, it's beside my casting arm, so I won't be getting near the water for about three more weeks. I bet Italy was pretty. Dad visited there several times when he was stationed in Stuttgart back in the early 50's, and he fell in love with it. He loved Germany, where our family heritage is from. He spent his weekends living on Uncle Karl's farm, and he loved Switzerland and France, too, but he always had a special affinity for Italy. He loved taking the train, just to see the countryside from one to the other. When I was born and they built the family home, he got a 6' x 3' oil painting of the canals of Venice. Ornate, gilded, carved wood frame, a little brass tag attached to the bottom, the works, and he hung it in the living room. It was a special place he liked to go. A few years after he passed away, Mom redecorated, and I eventually asked her a couple years ago what happened to it, figuring that my sister absconded with it and it was hanging in her living room. Mom said it was up in the attic with a lifetime of other stuff, and may not be in good shape from being up there for fifteen years, but I was hell-bent to recover it. And so I did, wobbly legs and all. It had a half century of dust and cigarette smoke on it (they both smoked back in those days), but one day while I was at work, Connie got one of those Mr. Clean clean-up pads, and gently got every last smudge and spot off of it, took Old English to the frame, and hung it over our sofa. Looks like it did fifty years ago. For the first few months, I'd walk by the living room doorway and when I'd see it, I'd get an emotional rush that I really can't put into words. A comfort and familiarity, I suppose. Remembrance of Dad, too, maybe. A tinge of nostalgia. Simpler times. Too many facets to it. Now, it just feels like it belongs there.

As far as our garden goes, we're plucking the last of the runt-like veggies out of it. This heat really made a mess out of things by July. I still have hot peppers going in pots with an assortment of little green peppers of various varieties on them, and I'll bring them inside to grow if I have to. Not sure if we're going to try any winter veggies, but I may get a hair crossways and plant something, even if it's in pots. My dwarf Key lime, Meyer lemon, and Mandarin orange trees were status quo in the Marlin Perkins Wild Kingdom room, then about ten days ago, they all - simultaneously - took a growth spurt. The lime tree, especially. I think it doubled in height. So I'm cautiously optimistic that we'll be seeing some citrus fruit in the next year or two. Just have to trim back any branches that are bare or raggedy, so the trees focus their energy on the productive branches and leaves. These aren't grafts - they're 'true seed' - so they should produce better than that chewed-on looking navel orange tree in there with them. That was a graft from a nursery in St. Augustine. It flowered one year, then went celibate. Optimally, with proper care and conditions, this is what my citrus trifecta should look like:

[Vision]

It would be nice to grow citrus. Cool story about your Dad, that picture is truly a gift. Good for you.