Tell me something that you miss about the 1970’s.
I’ll start - the color orange.
The bookmobile - a mobile library. They came around every two weeks to my little rural town. The bookmobile ladies always had books stashed away for me because they knew I was a voracious reader. They helped open my eyes to the world. One of my most fond memories.
The 70’s was the absolute last gasp for the dying medium known as commercial radio.
It was the last time you could tune in to a radio station where the programming was curated by a human being rather than programmed by charts and graphs and a computer.
It was the last time a DJ had a couple of open slots every hour where they could pick what they wanted and were allowed to spin a record just to see if it caught on with the listeners.
It was the last time a song which exceeded a four minute and twenty five second time limit could still find a home on the airwaves.
It was still a time before the sleazy likes of Rupert Murdoch and Clear Channel.
That’s what I miss about the 70’s.