by Gary North
Two decades before The Christmas Story, I entered the world of Jean Shepherd’s imagination.
I spent two semesters at Westminster seminary in Philadelphia. Philadelphia was within the range of WOR in New York City. Every week night, beginning at 10:15, I would listen for 45 minutes to Jean Shepherd’s monologue. Those were the most imaginatively creative 45 minutes that ever went out nightly over the airwaves. I don’t know how he did it.
We would not get a nightly story about northern Indiana in the 1930′s, but we would get one often enough to make it worth listening to the show every evening, just in case. It was then that I entered the world of Flick, Schwartz, Miss Shields, the Old Man, and those two malevolent trolls, Scut Farkas and Grover Dill.
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