byMe, I’m just a radio mechanic. No genius, that is. But handy with a soldering iron. If it’s genius you want, take my friend Bill Marra. He’s a communications engineer—telephone, radio, or what have you. He’s invented enough gimmicks so he doesn’t have to work any more, just potters around his basement inventing more gimmicks.
Thinking them up, actually, is all he does. Give him a screwdriver and a pair of pliers and he can wreck anything in five minutes. That’s where I come in. He thinks ’em up, I build ’em. He busts ’em, I fix ’em. And when he gets into a jam, I’m the guy comes to bail him out. Like, for instance, this last gadget of his. Nothing dangerous about it, but it could have got him sunk in the river with his feet in a block of cement. It all started with an amplifier.
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