I too listened to these radio shows as a boy. They are not as good as I remember them. But the memories of how I heard them and what they meant to me at the time are stronger than ever. Funny how in our formative years things seem to be upgraded in importance. I thought my first girlfriend was beautiful, looking back at our grade school photos I was apparently partially blind. But I will remember her forever. These shows as well I suppose will remain in a much brighter light than they deserve perhaps. Nonetheless I am sure to keep listening to them until I have most of them memorized. Hot summer nights with my clock radio under my blankets listening to the screechy intro on a cheap crackling speaker. Comfortable in my defiance of my parents bed time wishes, eyes open wide in the darkness. Ah the good ole days.... 
