I remember when I was a kid, probably three or four, before I started school. We were living with my mother's parents in their home on Fair St. in Oxford. My grandmother played music on the radio during the day. I remember holding the radio and staring into the speaker grill. I used to see a singer at a microphone inside the speaker. Weird, huh? My grandmother, of course, told me I was imagining it. As time went on it went away when I stopped looking, or believing, or grew up, or something...
Lee Murray
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