Most teenagers spend their weekends chasing girls.
I spent mine in radio station control rooms. At age 17, I got my very first job spinning “crystal clear compact discs” and running voicetracks at CFKM 99.9 in Toronto. At 2:30AM when it was just me, a stack of carts and no safety net, it was all very exciting. After college and 11 years of covering plane crashes, ETF takedowns and burning buildings, I can safely say radio was never boring.
Here’s where I’ve worked in radio:

My great-grandfather owned the radio seen here.
His sons bought it for him as a birthday gift. Well, that’s not quite true. They were quite poor so his boys scraped together the cash for the down payment. He had to pay the monthly installments. Talk about the gift that keeps on giving!
The radio is tuned to AM680 but also would pick up the police radio frequency. It runs on a single 12 volt battery. Back in the day, the family would use a car battery.
If you know where I can get this radio restored, send me an email.
This 1934 Olson M-102 microphone was a 10th radio anniversary gift to myself, never expecting that one year later I’d move into television.













