Yup, I remember the NYCTA buses in the '60s, I used to take the 107 on Staten Island from the ferry in St. George to Mariners Harbor (Manniz Haabuh according to the locals) via Forest Ave. You'd have to put 10' sections of mast under subway seats, there's no place else to put them. Dad drove me to Laffingyet at first reluctantly, that is until he too started to drool on equipment on display. Speaking of which, employees of Harvey Radio in the old Radio Row as we called a part of lower Manhattan had to get out buckets and mops whenever I looked over the used Collins gear on consignment. They knew the drill, heavy breathing is a dead giveaway of what's coming. Collins, the Orgasmatron of radio.

"...they looked startled as if awakened from a daydream..."

What a day for a daydream
Custom made for a daydreaming boy
And I'm lost in a daydream
Dreaming 'bout my bundle of joy