No, not that way. Not hearing voices in my head, just hearing voices – like old radio voices. This is getting strange, but I have not lost it psychologically. On the other hand, some people might think I have. It's just that last night, for some reason a name from the past crossed my mind, and I had to look him up. The name was of one of my cohorts at radio station KMPX in San Francisco in 1963. This was the period in my life just before employment at Pacific Bell began.
Found Tom Collins in an internet search, and according to Broadcast Legends, he is alive and well. If memory serves me well, he had the time slot just before mine. KMPX was located in a motel (the Villa Roma) at Columbus and Bay Streets. It was a unique motel, in that it was built in the round. Can you imagine someone who got a little tipsy trying to find their room. The Villa Roma is long gone, but that was a great time in my life.
My two shows were "Encounter With Christ" and "Encounter In Stereo" and filled two hours on Sunday afternoons. This was like my entry to radio, but I was no salesman, and did not sell any commercial time. So, after my bought time was up, I engineered for someone who wanted to be on the radio (like paid broadcast), and for that one hour of engineering, I got to keep one hour for myself.
What the search did last night was point me to some other links, and that's what got me listening to voices – like Don Sherwood and Jack Carney, and some of the very special music/station promos for KSFO. You can check it out on the KSFO page of the Bay Area Radio Museum. Take a listen to "The Sound Of The City" as well as some of the other recordings.
You will laugh your head off at the bloopers too. Back then, Don Sherwood and Carter B. Smith were the funniest thing on the radio. And, to top it off, KSFO was the home to the San Francisco Giants (remember them?). Even checked out the history of some other radio and television stations and personalities that have kinda disappeared. I won't bore you with names, just let you too "hear voices". Enjoy.
Finally dug out the box with my Uncle’s pictures – reason being, I need to find those pictures when he flew to Langston, OK. Yes, there really is a place named Langston. Uncle flew there with (I think) some instructor or other such person after he graduated from Tuskeegee Instituee and got his “Wings”.