Radio Before The Internet

Back in the day, a radio buff like me could sit up late at night to hear radio stations as far away as San Francisco, Spokane (Washington), and Oklahoma City. Listening to those stations brought me joy although it could be a frustrating experience because of the static and the fading in and out of the radio signals. How clear they sounded depended on the station's distance from my home, which at the time was in Southern California. Stations like KOGO and KFMB in San Diego came in clearer because they were in a city closer to the Los Angeles area.

If the Internet had existed in the 1960s, I would have been able to hear all the disc jockeys I read about in the national music magazines like Teen Life. Among those deejays would have been Jerry Blavat (Philadelphia), Ron Riley (Chicago), Arnie "Woo Woo" Ginsburg (Boston), Johnny Rabbitt (St. Louis), Hal Jackson (Newark, New Jersey), and Murray the K (New York). I would have had a ball.

It's possible now to hear many of these radio personalities via archived airchecks on YouTube and other websites, but it's not the same as hearing them in real time. Unfortunately, many of these deejays are no longer alive.

One of the deejays I was able to hear clearly was Wolfman Jack when he had yet to become a household name. He played R&B (or soul music) on a super powerful Mexican station, XERB. At the time I thought he was black because of his gravelly, down-home way of talking. I later learned he was a white guy whose real name was Bob Smith. That didn't bother me, he became one of my favorite deejays.

Finding Free Books On The Streets Of Manhattan

Among the authors whose books I have found in free book kiosks, on street corners, and in front of apartment buildings are Harper Lee, Richard Wright, Dorothy L. Sayers, Walter Isaacson, Stephen King, James McBride, Isabel Allende, Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Ed McBain,  Kurt Vonnegut, Sylvia Plath, Percival Everett, Jhumpa Lahiri, Amy Tan, Clive Cussler, John Steinbeck, Renee Rosen, and Michael Eric Dyson.

That would also include a copy of In the Life: A Black Gay Anthology, published in 1986 and edited by Joseph Beam. I was one of its contributors. (New York's Schomburg Center for Research in Black Culture listed In the Life on its "100 Black Voices Schomburg Centennial Reading List." I know Joe would have been very pleased.) 

Finding free books on the street is one of the many perks of living in otherwise pricey Manhattan.

The Waning Days Of Harlem's Mount Morris Baths

While going through some old manila file folders, I found a handwritten draft of a letter-to-the-editor written on canary yellow paper and dated June 25, 2001. I don't recall what publication prompted me to write it. As far as I know, it was never published. Here's what I wrote (which includes my edits):

Dear Editor:

Re: The increase in HIV infection among black gay men. 

I recently worked part time as a towel attendant in a Harlem bathhouse. During the two months of my employment I witnessed

After working two months as a part-time towel attendant/porter, I can see in a Harlem bathhouse, I can see why there is an increase in HIV infection among young black gay men. During my employment, I found crack vials, poppers, and other evidence of drug abuse as well as carelessly discarded condoms.

On the flipside of the page was another handwritten (and presumably unpublished) undated draft. This is what I wrote:

While the rest of 125th Street [in Harlem] rebuilds or renovates its premises, the Mount Morris Baths remains dirty and rundown. In a 1999 issue of the New York Blade News [a gay newspaper], Walter Fitzer [the straight owner of the bathhouse] claimed that the Health Department had been "busting my chops for the past three years under [then mayor Rudolph] Giuliani." If that is true, it would seem justified.