The War News
Dateline: Chicago 1944
Our flat over the tavern wasn’t large. As a four year old I slept on a day bed in the dining room. On the adjacent wall stood our Zenith floor model radio in its massive wooden cabinet.
I remember my dad sitting on a stool in front of the radio, hunched over, his ear inches from the speaker, listening to the war news. My two big brothers were in the Navy in the Pacific. Nothing at our house was more sacred than the war news.
One night as I was falling asleep I stared at the radio and hoped upon hope that it would somehow turn itself on. Turn itself on and announce that the war was over.
by Curt Vevang USA)