A Radio “Miracle.”

When I was a little kid, my family would make an annual pilgrimage from Ann Arbor to Chicago to visit my aunt Cheryl and her husband David (DB to us) to do some Christmas shopping. We’d stay at their house in Riverside, right next to a house Capone apparently had built for his sister. Then we’d go downtown and visit Marshall Fields’ main store in the Loop and have Christmas tea in the famous Walnut Room.

Tea by the big tree was fine, but as a child of the ‘80s I was a greedy little consumer. Early on I discovered a treasure trove in the basement no one else seemed to care about: a little metal…