“The radio was my pal. I was just crazy about it.”

Between 2 and 5 I’m reading in to find out what’s been going on while I’ve been asleep.

I’m still excited at being at a microphone and talking to listeners. I love that. It’s the most basic element of what I do and I still enjoy it very much.

At a tiny station in New Albany, Indiana, which is right across from the river from Louisville, Kentucky, where I grew up. The Louisville stations were loath to hire beginners, so I had to go across the river.

It’s also a more personal medium. It seems to go directly to one’s brain. There are no pictures to distract.

I go home by noon, and I’m in bed by 6 p.m. I get up at 1 and do it again.

Soon it will be a sin of parents to have a child that carries the heavy burden of genetic disease. We are entering a world where we have to consider the quality of our children.

People are always ready to admit a man’s ability after he gets there.

I was encouraged to read aloud in class and vocalize.

But when you see personal artifacts relating to – by genealogy at least – a living human being, it was just more impressive to me than just about anything I’ve ever read about slavery before.