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In 1955 NBC, CBS, ABC, and Mutual Broadcasting were looking for ways to pivot programming with cost-effectiveness and a more mobile audience in mind. Studies were showing that at least half of radio's audiences were now coming from automobile or transistor sets. Yet, there was still only rudimentary ways to measure these ratings. With network radio drama was winding down in the 1950s in favor of more news, talk, and music, NBC launched Monitor on June 12th, 1955 with this closed circuit broadcast. Monitor was a true magazine of the air, running over NBC stations on Saturday mornings in four-hour blocks. When it first began, it took over NBC’s airtime for the entire weekend. It was the brainchild of legendary NBC radio and television network president Pat Weaver, whose career bridged classic radio and television's infancy and who sought to keep radio alive in a television age. Believing that broadcasting could and should educate as well as entertain, Weaver fashioned a series to do both with some of the best-remembered and best-regarded names in broadcasting, entertainment, journalism, and literature taking part. Monitor offered actualities, remotes, comedy, and variety. Segments were hosted by and featured by the likes of NBC announcers Dave Garroway and Ben Grauer, to baseball’s Red Barber, to Ms. Monitor Tedi Thurman who did weather reports, and to comedians Bob Elliott and Ray Goulding. The show aired from a custom-designed, mammoth NBC studio on the fifth floor of the RCA Building in New York City called Radio Central. Monitor remained on the air until January 26th, 1975.

This podcast is about looking into a full length mirror, until it starts behaving like a crystal ball going backwards…watching some of the middle of the night ladies who made the NBC Radio studios in the RCA Building so…interesting…such a long time ago. And there's a message in it for you, if you were one of those ladies who warmed the night for me so nicely.

This podcast is about looking into a full length mirror, until it starts behaving like a crystal ball going backwards…watching some of the middle of the night ladies who made the NBC Radio studios in the RCA Building so…interesting…such a long time ago. And there's a message in it for you, if you were one of those ladies who warmed the night for me so nicely.

George Metesky, better known as the Mad Bomber, terrorized New York City for 16 years in the 1940s and 1950s with explosives that he planted in theaters, terminals, libraries, and offices. Bombs were left in phone booths, storage lockers, and restrooms in public buildings, including Grand Central Terminal, Pennsylvania Station, Radio City Music Hall, the New York Public Library, the Port Authority Bus Terminal and the RCA Building, and in the New York City Subway. See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

I feel like I am now preparing for Santa's visit, by installing a parking meter on the roof by the chimney. I bought an artificial Christmas tree. The Fed Ex guy just brought it. It's not like the traditional aluminum tree. This one is genuine green plastic. With the lights already installed. I don't know if I should have done it. For the last couple of years, we bought small trees that were growing in little pots. We planted them outside after New Years, and they both promptly died. Not what we had in mind. As a perspective, I worked at NBC radio for years. The studios were in the RCA Building at Rock Center in NY...right behind the Rock Center Christmas tree. We used to walk right under the tree to go to work every night. My Lady Wonder Wench was in favor of having a tree roughly that size of our own each year. Needless to say, that didn't quite work out either. We cut down our own trees a couple of years. Those were the years that I lifted our daughter Kris up on my shoulders so she could put our special star on top. That was fun. But I always hated to see the tree die after a few weeks in our living room. I think I'm making too much out of the fact that we have an artificial tree this year. I hope so. I'm a grandfather now and I remember my grandfather's Christmas trees. He had electric lights, but he also had some real candles on his tree. It was a Christmas tradition that we'd gather around the tree...the whole family. He lit the candles and we all sang Silent Night. One verse in English and the second verse in the original German. We called my grandfather Grosspop. He left his home in Germany when he saw Hitler coming. He wasn't having any part of that. He was proud to be an American citizen. And he was just as proud of his German traditions. So we sang Silent night, holy night and then Stille Nacht, heilige nacht while the candles burned. Then he'd count to three and everybody would blow out the candles and he'd turn on the electric lights.

I feel like I am now preparing for Santa's visit, by installing a parking meter on the roof by the chimney. I bought an artificial Christmas tree. The Fed Ex guy just brought it. It's not like the traditional aluminum tree. This one is genuine green plastic. With the lights already installed. I don't know if I should have done it. For the last couple of years, we bought small trees that were growing in little pots. We planted them outside after New Years, and they both promptly died. Not what we had in mind. As a perspective, I worked at NBC radio for years. The studios were in the RCA Building at Rock Center in NY...right behind the Rock Center Christmas tree. We used to walk right under the tree to go to work every night. My Lady Wonder Wench was in favor of having a tree roughly that size of our own each year. Needless to say, that didn't quite work out either. We cut down our own trees a couple of years. Those were the years that I lifted our daughter Kris up on my shoulders so she could put our special star on top. That was fun. But I always hated to see the tree die after a few weeks in our living room. I think I'm making too much out of the fact that we have an artificial tree this year. I hope so. I'm a grandfather now and I remember my grandfather's Christmas trees. He had electric lights, but he also had some real candles on his tree. It was a Christmas tradition that we'd gather around the tree...the whole family. He lit the candles and we all sang Silent Night. One verse in English and the second verse in the original German. We called my grandfather Grosspop. He left his home in Germany when he saw Hitler coming. He wasn't having any part of that. He was proud to be an American citizen. And he was just as proud of his German traditions. So we sang Silent night, holy night and then Stille Nacht, heilige nacht while the candles burned. Then he'd count to three and everybody would blow out the candles and he'd turn on the electric lights.