The Age of Reason - Umberto Tosi
Probably due to my advanced age, assembling a memoir, among my various writing projects, throws me back to a childhood that I remember in a time that now seems more like history than recollection. Original "Hollywoodland" sign, 1938 I was a pup before television, computeers, the internet, the polio vaccine, jet airliners, the cold war, social media and nuclear weapons. My boyhood memories blend with what my parents heard intently on our radio - a sleek, deco, maple-panelled, 1930s Philco cabinet in the living room that broadcast soap operas, the evening news, mysteries, variety shows and Franklin Roosevelt's "Fireside Chats." My memories span from America's post-WW2 rise to international hegemony to its Trumpian self-immolation, timorously chronicled by the once-free news media in which I once earned my living. UT & father, 1942 As a bilingual boy, I remember air raid drills and hearing deep-voiced radio reports from chain-smoking Edward R. Murrow a...