The Static in the Rearview
The signal came through at 2:17 AM on a Wednesday in October 1954. Mike Callahan was sitting at his desk in a fourth-floor office on Sunset Boulevard, nursing a glass of bourbon that cost two dollars a pour and tasted like four. The shortwave receiver he'd built from surplus military parts sat on a filing cabinet next to his door, its vacuum tubes glowing a soft orange in the dark room. The...
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