The Boombox Time Traveler,
Sometimes when I sit and look at some of my radios I think about what a long journey they’ve had to get to me. 30 plus years for some of them. It’s almost like they just jumped through time straight to the “here and now†and into my hands.
But they didn’t…
I can see in my mind a 1980’s production line of plastic molds, parts of various sizes all coming down an assembly line. Work stations with people putting parts together. A final QC and then into a box stacked with other boxes in a warehouse filled to the roof with boxes ready for shipping, in some cases world wide.
Thousands and thousands of blasters of one model travel out to be purchased and played. Some mistreated right from the start and some, a very select few, revered right out of the box as something special, babied and loved.
It’s hard not to picture some of those radios being consumed by fire. One of many personal belongings that someone loses in such an event.
There had to be some radio’s in the twin towers as they fell. Ending a 30 year life span being pulverized under falling concrete.
It’s hard not to think about all the radios and all the souls that were washed out to sea in Japan March 11, 2011. Some radios must be sitting quietly intact at the bottom of the Pacific Ocean never to be heard from again.
And yet when I look at my Lasonic TRC 935 and 975, I can’t help but think about their journey to get to me.
Both built at different times and yet both probably built on the same assembly line and quite possibly by the same hands of long time employees at the Yung Fu plant in Japan. Packaged up and sent to a person willing to pony up the cash to have such an amazing luxury item.
Purchased, unpacked, plugged in and turned on for the first time.
Then carried around, blasted for parties, tuned low for romantic first dates, sweating in the sun on a hot concrete sidewalk on some city street corner….Then sold to a new owner filled with smiles and parties in mind….then repeated again….and again…
If they could only talk, I bet some of these radios could tell some amazing stories.
It’s hard not to think of them as…..Time Travelers…..at the very least the radios I have are Survivors.
Sometimes when I sit and look at some of my radios I think about what a long journey they’ve had to get to me. 30 plus years for some of them. It’s almost like they just jumped through time straight to the “here and now†and into my hands.
But they didn’t…
I can see in my mind a 1980’s production line of plastic molds, parts of various sizes all coming down an assembly line. Work stations with people putting parts together. A final QC and then into a box stacked with other boxes in a warehouse filled to the roof with boxes ready for shipping, in some cases world wide.
Thousands and thousands of blasters of one model travel out to be purchased and played. Some mistreated right from the start and some, a very select few, revered right out of the box as something special, babied and loved.
It’s hard not to picture some of those radios being consumed by fire. One of many personal belongings that someone loses in such an event.
There had to be some radio’s in the twin towers as they fell. Ending a 30 year life span being pulverized under falling concrete.
It’s hard not to think about all the radios and all the souls that were washed out to sea in Japan March 11, 2011. Some radios must be sitting quietly intact at the bottom of the Pacific Ocean never to be heard from again.
And yet when I look at my Lasonic TRC 935 and 975, I can’t help but think about their journey to get to me.
Both built at different times and yet both probably built on the same assembly line and quite possibly by the same hands of long time employees at the Yung Fu plant in Japan. Packaged up and sent to a person willing to pony up the cash to have such an amazing luxury item.
Purchased, unpacked, plugged in and turned on for the first time.
Then carried around, blasted for parties, tuned low for romantic first dates, sweating in the sun on a hot concrete sidewalk on some city street corner….Then sold to a new owner filled with smiles and parties in mind….then repeated again….and again…
If they could only talk, I bet some of these radios could tell some amazing stories.
It’s hard not to think of them as…..Time Travelers…..at the very least the radios I have are Survivors.
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). These Boxes are not minty nice (and maybe a bit boring), they have personality. I never would restore them and destroy their character.
