My father used to race -- bikes before I was old enough to remember, cars after. When he couldn't score a sponsor, he was a sometime flagman. I spent a lot of Saturday nights in the car on the way to and from one track or another.

610 AM in Philadelphia used to rebroadcast old radio plays Saturday nights at ... midnight? Maybe earlier, but I remember the thrill of knowing I had stayed up past midnight by the fact that I was listening to it.

I don't remember any of the shows in particular, but I always loved story time. I'm sure part of it was the sense that this was a show for grown ups that I was allowed to listen to.