Adams Lane, Norwalk, Connecticut, 1967 — My brother Jeff had an inexpensive AM radio transmitter kit. He put it together and I helped him string up a very long wire for an antenna, out of his room to a tree in our backyard. Friends up the street were on the phone, ready to tell us if the setup worked.
Speaking into the cheap mic that came with the kit, then holding it up to the speaker of our Arvin record player, I had my first taste of being a radio DJ, playing a record belonging to our sister Liz. The kids up the street said they could hear us! That record has always been my favorite Rolling Stones single.
