The dials of your radio are unmoved and the speaker silent, for all time to come. All those hours you sat in that old chair, talking to unseen voices. You talked near and far, and had friends you never met. You traveled the world over from your chair, You’ve become a silent key now, gone on to meet those unseen voices from the past. Yet in the stillness I can hear your chair squeak, and hear faint voices calling from afar…73

-Foundation of American Radio-