Radio programs in the days before television, were produced with expert storytellers, assisted by professional sound effects men. The stories were so realistic that the listener was immediately drawn into the story as an active member of the cast. With the aid of these sound effects men, you were mentally transported from your living room on a magic carpet. You not only listened to the story - you lived it! This will explain how I became a good friend of OG - Son of Fire.
Og was a caveman looking for burning embers left from a forest fire. I walked with him every afternoon, in his desperate quest for firebrands, through dense primeval forests.
We could often hear terrible growls from grizzly bears and saber-tooth tigers, and the trumpeting roar of a woolly mammoth that would curdle your blood. We always seemed to be able to outsmart the animals, and manage to keep out of their way, or hide until it was safe to start out again. Og never had shoes to wear. He just had pieces of bear skin tied around his feet.
One day when we were walking along a trout stream, he found some gray speckled rocks that sparked when you hit them together. Og gathered up some fine dry grass, and by putting the sparks into the dry grass, he discovered how to make a fire. He called the rocks flint. He carried the flint with him all the time in a little pouch he had tied around his neck.
Whenever we got hungry, Og would kill a little animal with spear. Then, he would make a fire to cook our supper. It always made me hungry when he was cooking a rabbit over the fire. It smelled so good I could almost taste it. I walked every step of the way with him across the frozen tundra and the great plains. He wanted to hurry back to his cave, to tell his friends the good news. His girlfriend's name was Nad. He had two other guys he hunted with. They were Ru and the great hunter, Gnu. Og showed them how to cook their meat, instead of having to eat it raw like they had always done before. Now they would all be able to keep warm in their cave during the long horrible winters.
Every afternoon I would hurry home from school, to plop down on the floor in front of the radio, and turn the dial to 700 - Station WLW, (the Crosley Broadcasting Company), waiting anxiously to hear the terrible roar of lava, bubbling in the volcano. When Og awoke out of his sound sleep he would yell, "The gods are angry today."
He was always in the cave we found the night before. There were a lot more caves back in those days than there are now. We walked together all day long. As soon as the sun started to set, we would climb a little hill, and there was a neat cave for us to spend the night safe from all those ferocious animals that we heard during the day.