The Rest of the Story

In this episode - The Rest of the Story . . .

Do you remember the radio segment "The Rest of the Story?" Boy, I sure do. And I'm sure many of you listening do too, especially if you had your radio on at Noon each day. On the majority of radio stations, it often served as a mid-afternoon drive counterpart to Paul Harvey's noontime News and Comment. These segments began as a part of Paul Harvey newscasts during the Second World War and then premiered as its series on the ABC Radio Networks on May 10, 1976, was a Monday-through-Friday radio program.

The Rest of the Story consisted of stories presented as little-known or forgotten facts on various subjects with some key element of the story (usually the name of some well-known person) held back until the end. The broadcasts always concluded with the tag line, "And now you know...the rest of the story."

This got me thinking; podcasts are simply radio broadcasts that have a global reach without syndicated sponsors.

From 1951 to 2008, Paul Harvey's programs reached as many as 24 million people per week. Paul Harvey News was carried on 1,200 radio stations, 400 American Forces Network stations, and 300 newspapers - how times have changed. But what hasn't changed is the message through the spoken word that impacts the lives of millions.

So, please let me share with you one of Paul Harveys' most famous broadcasts,

"God Made a Farmer."

"Won't you be my virtual neighbor?" If you enjoy our weekly visits, please share them with a friend.

I'm Patrick Ball; thanks so much for listening. Good Day . . .

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