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So,
like many of my male peers I am often struck by how freaking lucky kids are today by way of the toys they get to play with. Perhaps not as often as my counterparts that actually have kids and get to buy, assemble and then play with them but I still, on occasion, wander through a toy aisle to see what new and badass innovations there are.
Nerf® has has prolly gone the farthest to make me pine for my old Ked sneakers, skuffed knees and a fort in the woods.
I have to say though, as bitchin as these toys are, the bright, unrealistic clown colours kinda bum me out.
Granted, they actually shoot things whereas the best I could hope for as a boy was a gun that made a simulated firing sound when I pulled the trigger.
Even so, I think I would have balked at having a semi-automatic, dart shooting, realistic designed but iridescent, traffic cone looking, fluorescent, reflectorised, -don’t shoot me officer, I’m just playing war- machine gun….but then I wouldn’t have worn a crash helmet on a tri-cycle either.
Yet, when I ran across this toy of my generation, for me, it made all the Nerf guns, playstations and X-boxs pale by comparison.
The Remco Cavella toy radio transmitter/reciever.
How did I not have this!?! Mom? Dad?

Forget that I got almost everything I ever asked for under the tree..bikes, guns, GI Joes, models, chemistry sets, and even an real Samsonite brief case that I would fill with stacks of play money and pretend I was a drug lord or international spy…but oh no, not the toy conservative talk show host radio transmitter that could have set me on the same course as Rush Limbaugh ( he had one!) and saw me pursuing a worthy career as a broadcast journalist, instead of baking in some God forsaken shithole and smelling like diesel and JP-8.
Thanks alot!
It’s not too late though. I still believe in Santa and this toy happens to be exactly what I’ve been considering lately.
The recent changes in FCC regulations allows for neighborhood broadcasting under a certain wattage without need of a license. It’s a very short leap from there to syndication, right?
As I expect to have an abundance of freetime on my hands in the near future, I think I may be shopping for the adult version of this lost opportunity and putting my parents short sightedness to rights.
Imagine it…me, broadcasting in your neighborhood, infecting the minds of your crash helmeted Children! No commercials or need for sponsorship, I can loop my awesome playlists when I’m off-air and then, with easy international access, invite my Liberal Friends in the States and abroad to co-host.
Fair and balanced, that’s me.
“Hello and welcome to Radio Free Frisco”
I just need to find the right neighborhood.
The Mission, Marin County?
Can you hear me yet, Robyn, Jen?
Are you game, Patrick, Petey, Benet?
Fourty-eight and I may have just now discovered my true calling and I think my Uncles would agree that I have the perfect face for radio.
Stay tuned.