The chug of an ancient Cutlass, scrambling slowly over a loose, desert dirt road and into the moonless night. Yet, another low bass rumble catches the ear of the nocturnal beasts as The Shadow emanates in sketchy radio speak from the windowless ‘Olds’. Inside, intensity and perpending prevail as the driver listens feverishly to solve the mystery…ah yes, that was me twenty some years ago approaching my cozy cabin after a day’s work at Universal Studios in Hollywood. Even through my days of earning my BA at UCLA Theater Dept, radio plays captured me…now, I’m finally performing in one. Bucket List
Barton Smith