From back in the day.  Call sign jingles from WABC New York.  Close your eyes and smell the hot sand panting Coppertone, the sweat of Sabretts, Lucky Strikes and flat, warm RC Cola.  Gulls squawk as a beach of transistor radios sync into a vast, monphonic consonance of “Up on the Roof”.

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