Ah yes, but only far-off for my equipment. My first exposure to jazz was when I was in my early teens. I'd go upstairs to bed at night and unbeknown to my parents, I'd slap on my plastic headphones and tune in the Harley [Brinsfield] Show on my homemade crystal set. No, one couldn't pick up very much on those rudimentary crystal sets, but I could see Baltimore's WBAL AM broadcast towers from my bedroom window. They were a beacon for the attention of my ears. For a while, Brinsfield's son attended the same school that I did.