It showed me the world of good and evil, honor and deceit, pain and pleasure. It sketched the story and let my mind fill in the details. In 1937 I heard the announcer when the Zeppelin Hindenburg suddenly caught fire. His voice rose over the crackle of static and flames while he watched what no human being should ever have to watch. There's not much of that anymore.
Commercial radio is for commercial messages.
The radio of my childhood was more naive. It engaged us, it led us into our right brain, it touched our hearts, and it made us free. It did what Public Radio does today.