My first television was radio: When my hard-of-hearing parents upped the volume on their new set, I would creep out of bed and sit, out of sight, on the stair landing and listen to whatever they were watching. It wasn?t so different from the radio soaps my mother had done her housework to when I was smaller, the ones that disappeared from the airwaves when television sets began to occupy American living rooms.
Radio was supposed to disappear then too, but it didn?t. Like a shapeshifter, radio just changed to fit the situation.
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