It's All Wireless

I like to think I’m 

turning on the radio. 

like the old brown one 

we had at the farm, 

with the gold trim on 

the front and the grey 

knob that we twisted past

the static until we found 

either CJME or CKRM. 

It was usually to hear the 

news, the grain report or 

football or baseball game. 

On the weekend it was 

Howdy Doody. In the fall,  

before moving to town, 

the hockey season would 

start. Howie Meeker called 

the play. Were any of the 

curling matches broadcast? 

I don’t recall - maybe they 

weren’t as interesting to me.

Now it’s all wireless.

“I’m going to get myself one of those, um, 

movable computers ~ what do you call them….? 

Laptops! I am bad. I still call my radio a wireless,”

~ Katherine Parkinson, actress