I was saddened to hear the news that Radio Shack was closing many of its doors.
My first love with all things electrical began at Radio Shack.
When I was a boy, my dad and I would walk from the Castle Hill projects to the Korvette shopping mall and stop by Radio Shack.
He would get a little AM transistor radio that came with its very own white ear bud. Mind you, these were not like the ear buds of today, but something about the size of a broccoli spear.
Well, at home I would always have a few broken radios that I would take apart and try to glean how they worked.
Things really came together when I also had a pair of walkie-talkies.
I also discovered that if I used some wire attached to the antennae and fastened it to the riser pipe in my bedroom, I could tune into conversations farther away than most.
The transmitter was still weak, so I wasn’t able to communicate with anyone, but I am sure that I’ve said a few “rogers” and “over and outs” to the people on the other line that probably didn’t hear me.
Although one time I do recall having a conversation with someone from JFK, but it was probably just my imagination.
One Christmas, my brother Francis got a V8 engine which consisted of over 1,000 plastic pieces and metal pieces.
When it was finished, it had the power to push a small go-cart. Since I was the youngest and lightest, I got a chance to test it out.
Over the years, I continued purchasing the little kits where you could make an alarm or shortwave radio.
I still have a zip-zap car in its original box from about 15 years ago.
It is my reminder of the good old days of model car racing. We used to get parts from Radio Shack in order to build the HO Slot cars.
Those were a lot of fun times with my dad and brothers. Real family fun.