I miss these old shows. We would sit around the radio on Sunday nite and listen to the radio as a family. Dad would look at his pocket watch and say it’s time for the show mom had made toasted cheese sandwiches and hot chocolate and we spent the next hour sitting on the floor until dad said time to hit the rack we have to go hunting early to get a deer we are low on meat. Life was a lot simpler back then. I was 12 and my job was to hunt and fish for the family. Life was good. It took me years to understand why dad wouldn’t kill anything. A few years later when I was getting on the bus to go t boot camp and I looked to wave and he was crying, I didn’t understand why . My dad was in ww11 ,lost a brother in Saipan and he was wounded. He had his war and in 1966 we had Vietnam. If I had a son I would cry also.

Love Jimmy's voice .