When News Was News

I didn’t know it at the time, but I had all the symptoms of a “news-a-holic” at a very early age. Following supper at my grandparents (Dad’s side), we would adjourn to the coldest, darkest room in the house, which contained a breadboxsized battery-powered radio. The radio was not for entertainment; rather, its singular purpose was a daily fifteen-minute broadcast with the latest World W...