I remember radio days. We would all sit in the living room, and listen to Edger Bergan and Charlie McCarthy and Fibber McGee and Molly, just as people used to gather to watch television, before television became so cheap that everyone had their own tv, and that last activity for the whole family vanished. On Saturday, I was the only one to listen to programs such as Hopalong Cassedy, Tarzan, and (scared the bejesus out of me) Inner Sanctum. My parents preferred comedy. We didn't get a tv set until 1956, when my dad bought a big, black & white tv to watch the boxing.
Today, the only time I listen to radio is in the car, but it sure does make the miles fly by. I have an mp3 player, which will hold about fifty radio shows on one disk that costs about three dollars from www.otr.com