By Michael Avery
My mom was off on medical leave from the supermarket where she worked as a checker. I didn’t know that she had a double mastectomy scheduled, or the incredible challenge she was facing with breast cancer.
Several transistor radios lined a shelf before me in Montgomery Wards. A couple of my friends had been given radios recently, and I asked for one, too. As I recall, the radios ranged in price from five to fifteen dollars. There was a huge difference in quality between them as well as their price. One was amazing. I was attracted to it immediately, but kept testing the less expensive ones because I knew that fifteen dollars was well beyond my mom’s budget.
