Static on the Night Frequency
ACT ONE: THE FREQUENCY The radio on Jack Morrison's workbench was a 1934 Crosley, the kind that cost four dollars at Woolworth's and sounded like a tin can with a fever. Jack had replaced three vacuum tubes and rewired the tuner, but the static was still there—a hiss like rain on pavement, constant, inescapable. It was 11:47 PM on a Thursday in March, 1948. The shop was empty. The sign on the...
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