My father built this vacuum tube radio when he was a young man. It's one foot wide. Later, he incorporated it into the upper left corner of a large wooden bookcase he built, about four feet by four feet. By the time I remember it, the radio was empty and no longer worked.
When I first moved to an unfurnished apartment in 1985, the bookcase was one piece I brought from San Antonio to Los Angeles, and I still have it, including the empty shell of the old radio.
Loosely related: When I was a boy, my father came home one day and asked, "Where is that music coming from?" I pointed to his shirt pocket, and he pulled out a transistor radio. I could tell he was disappointed that I wasn't more surprised, but how was I to know that a pocket-sized radio was something brand new?
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