Later, better radios were made. They no longer needed the horn, and they began to look more like a modern radio, but they still needed all those batteries. Better stations were built, and people could even listen to the radio in summer, if they could afford a second car battery. They listened to the soap operas in the daytime, and at night to comedy programs like Jack Benny and Bob Hope, or plays and music.

Every Sunday morning there was a program of organ music from Salt Lake City, one of the best stations, from the great organ in the Mormon Tabernacle. The boy listened to these and vowed someday he would learn to play a great pipe organ. Unfortunately, the nearest pipe organ was 140 miles away. He had relatives living 15 miles from the city where the pipe organs were, so one very hot, dry summer he stayed with them for two weeks. He walked all the way into the city for the chance to play on one.

One day, after playing on the organ for awhile, he came out of the church into a drizzle of rain. He had no money, and for a while he didn't know what to do. Then he remembered that a former neighbor lived on Temperance Street. He knew the house, because he had visited it one time with his parents. He had a street car ticket in his pocket, and when a streetcar came along with the sign "Temperance," he got on. But the house was not on the route, and he didn't know the number. So when some people got off, he decided to follow them. Luckily for him, he could see the house only a block away. The old lady let him in out of the rain and invited him to stay that night. She never asked him if he had had anything to eat, and he was too shy to tell her that he had nothing to eat all day. But he was thankful that he had a place to sleep, and after breakfast the next morning he walked back to his relatives' farm, 18 miles from Temperance Street. He decided then, that there must be better ways to get to play an organ!