Dedication: To my cousins the real "Tony and Tina Calavicci". Keep 


	It was an old, one level building, an old factory warehouse. But, 
it was the birthplace of rock 'n' roll radio in that section of New 
	And, rock 'n' roll radio had changed greatly since its birth back in 
the fifties, (the other era when Sam leaped into a dj.) From the two 
high-tech satellite dishes outside of the studio, which beamed the 
transmission to a transmitter in the mountains close by and another one 
in a different part of the state; their broadcast would be able to be 
heard clear to the Texas boarder on one side and Arizona on the other. 
And the many technological, computerized equipment inside. To the new 
sounds and music being broadcasted and words being used. No Jerry Lee 
Lewis and a song by a "new" singer named Chubby Checker for this place; 
it was modern rock, rap, dance, and some other songs Sam somehow 
remembered from the early-nineties and the eighties than music which 
would be considered as oldies for the late-nineties.
	Sam wondered if forty years from now the music the station was 
playing now would be considered as oldies, just like the popular music 
he played in Peoria was considered to be in the period of time close to 
Al's present.
	He walked into the building and down the narrow corridor, offices 
and different departments on both sides and the studio on the end. The 
building was almost empty since it was Saturday and most people were 
but during the week it was usually busy with people extremely busy 
the station the best.
	"Hey, Tony Cal!"
	Sam realized that the chubby, curly haired woman, the manger 
of the station, was addressing him by the leapee's radio name, and 
he turned around.
	"Ton, what songs are you playing this morning?" she asked the 
dj and assistant-manger.
	Sam tried to remember what the manger of WOF-- what was her name? 
Rachel something?--told him, then just modify it to forty years later. 
He was very sure she allowed him to pick out all of the songs. "Well, 
if you were the listener, what would you like to hear?" 
	"Tony, it's doesn't matter what I want to hear," she corrected 
him. "What do the researchers say the detailed demographics are for 
the top songs and the songs were playing? The new Spice Girls' song went 
up in rank this week. You were supposed to look at it before. What 
]I'm asking is, did you plug into the computer the schedule of songs 
for your program? And, did Pete get them yet?"
	Researchers? Demographics? Sam guessed these were the basic 
factors what brought the station to number one. They were certainly 
things Rachel Porter didn't use all that much. Then, there were modern 
words like "Spice Girls," a group Sam never heard of, and the dreaded 
word, "Computers."
	"I think everything's in the studio already," Sam hoped. 
	"That's good."
	"We sponsoring that thing later, aren't we?" he asked.
	"Yeah, but Paul and Simon are covering that. You could spend 
the day with your folks.  But, maybe you should check to see what 
those two are up to for just a little while, since I'm not going and 
have to work here all day." 
	Sam opened his mouth to ask about the tickets which Tony's father 
asked him about the night before.
	"They're on your desk," she said, knowing exactly what he was going 
to ask even before he said anything. 
	"Tony, I think  that ever since your wife got pregnant, you'd be 
totally lost at the station," she commented. "Did she have the baby, 
	"Not yet," Sam said, finally answering a question he knew the 
answer to.
	He followed her into the studio, looking around. A large console 
extended from the middle of the room to the wall and then all the way 
down that wall, and had many sliding knobs, buttons, and dials either 
giving information or controlling it. Against the wall, a black rack 
held many CD's placed in plastic containers, which allowed only a 
specific track to be played every time the dj put it on; there was no 
more placing the needle down and hoping the right song would come on 
for these djs. A large window on the opposite wall looked onto another 
room where another dj was recording a commercial onto tape on a 
computerized recording devise, which allowed him to change the speed 
and tone of his speech; he listened to what he had just recorded 
watching the voice waves on the computer screen, adjusting the knobs 
to give the right sound effect.
	"This is T.J. Cuz signing off for WOLZ 99.5 FM," the dj who 
was presently on the radio spoke into the microphone jutting out of 
the console on a long metal holder. "Over to Simon now at Dry 'n' 
Wet Land. Remember Rock 'n' Wet Fest is going on all day today, so 
hurry on over to a fun WOLZ party."
					* * * * * *  * * * * * 
	Albert walked down the middle of Dry 'n' Wet Land where all 
of the games were located with Kelly, Angelo, Sammy, and "Tony" and 
his wife; (Joey went to the park with them, but broke away when he 
caught up with a group his friends from school).  Albert was watching 
his two youngest sons pitching plastic balls onto a grid of colored 
squares, which to him looked like the handlink. Sammy was having 
difficulty getting the ball onto the right spot, and the ball kept 
landing on a non-prize white square instead of the colored ones.  
	"Dad, you want to try?" Sammy asked his father. 
	"Sure," he said, taking the ball away from his son. He pitched 
the ball, and it landed right on a blue square, the grand prize. 
	The person behind the stand took a big, green stuffed animal, 
a crocodile, and handed it to Albert. "Here you go, sir. A nice toy 
for your grandson."
	"He's my pop," Sammy said under his breath, embarrassed by the 
person's mistake.
	Albert just brushed it aside as he walked off with his two 
sons. It was just one of the mistakes made with older parents, 
something just to be ignored most of the time. He did not have his 
last child until he was fifty-four, although he had his first child 
when he just turned twenty-four. Throughout his life, he was mistaken 
from everything from a "teenage big brother" with his oldest when he 
was still in his twenties (basically because he always looked much 
younger out of uniform) to a "grandpa" with his youngest when he was 
in his sixties (basically because his gold-rimmed glasses made him 
look his age.)
	"Great shot, pop," Angelo said as he stopped playing and 
turned around.
	"When I was in Annapolis, --"
	"You were the starting pitcher, and pitched a no-hitter against 
some other team," Sammy mumbled, not wanting to hear his pop's sports 
story for the zillionth time.
	"Pop, was the baseball really invented back then or did you play 
with rocks?" Angelo joked. 
	Sammy and Angelo told him something in secret, before Tina felt 
him tap on her shoulder. "Tina, look what I won for you," Al said.
	"Trying to flirt with 'my' wife, huh, 'pop'?" Sam joked. He meant 
it as an innocent joke, only thinking of the time he blew twenty-five 
dollars trying to win a stuffed animal for his girlfriend at the 
county fair (somehow amusement parks always somewhat reminded him of 
the rides' and games' section of the fair). But, once it came out and 
had time to think about it, he felt extremely awkward and embarrassed, 
reminded of things forgotten once he completely got used to everything 
around him. He felt like he had both feet shoved into his mouth, one for 
Al and one for Tina. 
	"No," he smiled. "But, I think your brothers are. It was their 
idea." He looked at his two sons glancing around the park around them, 
as she grabbed the snout of the crocodile taking the toy away from him. 
"Either that or they just want to be great uncles. I just want to spoil 
my grandchildren."
	"Well, thanks, grandpappy," she said. 
	"Honey, the station asked me to check on Paul and Simon," Sam 
stated. He had to do Tony's job. But, frankly, he just wanted to see 
more of the things connected to the station, so he could learn about 
how a modern radio station was run. "They're on the water side of the 
park." He knew from what the other dj's told him at the station that 
morning, and by the big sign hanging by the entrance to the park.
	"Well, the dj has to do his job. We'll catch up to you later," 
Tina said, inviting herself along. Her and Sam walked away.
	"Hey, mom," Angelo said. "We're going off to the haunted 
house, ok?"
	"Ok," Kelly said, watching the two boys run off to the nearby 
attraction to get in line. 
	"I remember our first date, and I won you that teddy bear," 
Albert said.
	"You know I totally forgot about that," she commented as the two 
of them walked over and sat down on a nearby park bench. 
	"I thought wives were the ones' who are supposed to remember 
everything," he said. "I don't think Tony's wife would ever forget 
anything, especially his birthday since they have the same day and are 
even the exact same age. Maybe, that's why they're having twins."
	"But, Albert the only reason I forgot that was because it wasn't 
really our first date."
	"It was the first time I took you out to do something, and I 
didn't have to keep it a top secret and you didn't feel guilty because 
you were still engaged to Sam."
	"You know I still don't think my brother really knows how long 
we were actually dating before we got married."
	Albert glanced over at the haunted house, seeing the line of 
ten people waiting to get into the carts. He looked at his wife, his 
eyes twinkling and a small smile on his lips . . . the look he reserved 
only for her, which always told her he wanted to get frisky and do--what 
he once called-- the bingo-bango-bongo. "I remember what else happened 
when we were there."
	"Albert!" she blushed, tapping his arm with the back of her hand. 
"We were crazy kids back then! We're supposed to be respectable adults 
now! We were younger than how old Tina-and-Tony are now."
	"Respectable adults, huh?" he said, running his fingers through 
her graying blond hair. Noticing her eyes were twinkling back into his, 
he gently kissed her on her lips.
					* * *
	Tina turned around to look back to where they just came from, and 
spotted Tony's parents on the park bench acting in-love teenagers or 
young people "smooching away" or "necking," as they would have probably 
called it when they first fell in love back in the 1950's. 
	Taking Tony's hand, she wondered if Tony and her would feel that 
way about each other once they have  children and are married for a long 
time. She wished that they would, and not start fighting all the time 
like her parents did before the divorce.
	 Albert and Kelly belonged together, just like she belonged with 
	One phrase popped into her mind: "And, they all lived happily 
ever after." 

Monica, (c) Summer, 1997