Cassi Creek: When
lost, listen to the music play. If
twirling coincides with the music, so much the better!
The
development of satellite radio services has brought into being, something light-years
from the radio programming available in my youth. I grew
up in the Midwest, that vast region between the mountains to the east and those
to the west that was populated by 50 – 5000 watt sundowner AM stations. That’s right, AM stations that signed off at
local sundown.
The hours
between dusk and dawn were the hours when we learned to try tuning in the 50,000-watt
major urban market stations that were below the radio horizon, but sometimes
could be caught on what was called “the skip,” the reflected signal bent back
to earth by the Ionosphere. That signal,
often static laden and inconstant, did not cover the entire middle states. That left large areas of the nation with no nighttime
commercial radio to listen to. And in
concert, that left immense highway miles through nowhere between here and there
where whining static and distant thunderstorms filled the AM dial.
The expansion
of FM outward helped. FM, however, is
line of sight and has nearly the same gaps in coverage as those ancient AM
stations.
Stay tuned
for the miraculous * track
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