Useless Fragment #41

Thanksgiving Day 1932: Mother and Father are in the living room, sculpting a life-size replica of President Roosevelt out of papier-mache and mashed potatoes, while I and my brother listen to the adventures of Captain Three A.M. on the Wurzelblad tube radio.  (I sometimes wondered why the people behind Captain Midnight didn't object to Captain Three A.M.; I later discovered that the show was actually broadcast from the apartment below us and couldn't be heard outside our own building.  This of course was after we sent in thirty Kellogg's Plop Corn-Oatmeal box tops and three dollars for our secret decoder rings, which never came.)