"...My radio days"

October 20th, 1978. There was an early light snow. The climate was just starting to behave strangely. Radio. I arrived at 27. I left at 63. I made lifelong friends. We danced at each other's weddings, and now we're burying each other. It was a life.

Comments:

Anthony Brun: Your beautiful writings should be printed hardbound on gilded paper to preserve the soul of the poet that you are. You are one-of-a-kind, Uncle Sidney.

Elizebeth Liberty: Your out of the box, unique avantgarde beautiful, weird special visions should be preserved.

Sidney Smith:  I’m starting to be embarrassed. I wasn’t ‘that’ good. Others were better wiser. I was Just odd. Which in the context of what was out there at least made 'some’ of my stuff perhaps interesting.