And what country can preserve its liberties if their rulers are not warned from time to time that their people preserve the spirit of resistance? Let them take arms. The remedy is to set them right as to facts, pardon and pacify them. What signify a few lives lost in a century or two? The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants.
YES!!! Stole the 9v from the smoke detector and hid it under my bed so I could listen after lights-out. The orange glow of the light bulb, that chunky hard plastic ear piece? Man, good times....
I heard him take a call from a woman named Candy. When he asked her if she was like the woman in the book named Candy and she said No. Then he hung up on her.
June-July '66 Camp Las Pulgas. Days humping Mt. Sheep S**t, evenings waiting for the Roach Coach. All washed down with whatever Shasta drink was available and listening in wonder to this guy skipping out of Chula Vista. Not even Cousin Brucie, Dick Biondi or WBT's Saturday Night Hall of Fame could hold a candle. Good Times.
I called out to him at LAX once, and he turned, looked quite hostile, and then decided not to get in my face. I always wondered what was going on in that noggin.
I remember him from XERF in Ciudad Acuna, Coah. Mexico in the early 60s.
ReplyDelete---also Villa Acuna---- Great old High power AM from Mexico----out of reach of the gringo authorities.
DeleteYeah, man! Border Blasters!
DeleteI heard it on the X.
Deletehttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7L7ew003rBg
I used to listen to him in southern Idaho in the late 60s. He was fun.
ReplyDeleteWhen radio was...great.
ReplyDeleteI heard him on the AM radio when we moved to Los Angeles in 1966.
ReplyDelete"Are ya naked?"
ReplyDeleteClap for the Wolfman.
ReplyDeleteXERB the big X over Los Angeles
ReplyDeleteI used to pick him up at night on a home made crystal radio.
ReplyDeleteYES!!!
DeleteStole the 9v from the smoke detector and hid it under my bed so I could listen after lights-out. The orange glow of the light bulb, that chunky hard plastic ear piece? Man, good times....
Take your clothes off
ReplyDeleteput your hands on the radio
TOUCH MY KNOBS
~Bob Smith from Brooklyn
I heard him take a call from a woman named Candy. When he asked her if she was like the woman in the book named Candy and she said No. Then he hung up on her.
ReplyDeleteJune-July '66 Camp Las Pulgas. Days humping Mt. Sheep S**t, evenings waiting for the Roach Coach. All washed down with whatever Shasta drink was available and listening in wonder to this guy skipping out of Chula Vista. Not even Cousin Brucie, Dick Biondi or WBT's Saturday Night Hall of Fame could hold a candle. Good Times.
ReplyDeleteI called out to him at LAX once, and he turned, looked quite hostile, and then decided not to get in my face. I always wondered what was going on in that noggin.
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