Besides buying the discounted vinyl record albums of mostly flop Broadway musicals at the Jubilee City Discount department store in the summer of 1963, I also bought a cheap model of a tape recorder that used 8-inch reels of recording tape. But the sound quality of the tape recorder's playback of the 8-inch tapes of some radio shows I made was of low quality, and I felt that Jubilee City had ripped me off by selling me such a defective tape recorder.
So I soon gave up attempting to record anything else on my defective tape recorder in Indianapolis and, instead, spent much more time when I lived in Indianapolis taking 8 millimetre moving pictures on my family's cheap Kodak Brownie camera; that I could then project on the Bell & Howell movie projector I had bought with some of the money I had earned from delivering the Indianapolis Times, prior to the summer of 1963.
Don't remember much else I did alone outside during the weekdays of the summer of 1963, except exploring alone a few times the park forest area north of Butler University's campus, near or in Holcomb Gardens, which was within walking distance of where I lived; and also walking alone once in Holiday Park, much further north in "Naptown," one day.
On weekday evenings, most of my time was spent either watching TV after dinner, with my parents or alone, in the living room, and then, after we all went upstairs to prepare for bed, usually reading some book in bed for awhile in my own bedroom, before getting tired enough to fall asleep by around 11:30 p.m.. Can't recall listening alone to much music over the radio in my bedroom, or even listening to the radio much at all when in my bedroom alone during the summer weeknights or even weekdays of 1963. And most of whatever saxophone practicing fro about an hour every few days that I did in the summer of 1963 on weekdays was done in the late afternoon or early evening before dinner was served.
On a few very hot summer nights, my parents and I sat outside on the front porch at the same time that the neighbors who rented the other part of the duplex house we lived in, the Griffiths, were sitting outside on porch; on the other side of the small wooden divider that separated their side of the porch from our side.
The Griffiths were personally friendly in a Midwestern regional sort of way. They seemed to have just lived in Indiana for their whole lives and appeared to be in their late 50's or early 60's. And the daughter or daughters they had raised in their half of the duplex house in which they lived for a long time, who were sitting with them once when my parents and I were also sitting on the porch, either no longer lived with them (or were never noticed by me more than a few times during the year and a half I lived next door to the Griffiths).
So it appeared that neither the Griffiths nor my parents felt they had much in common enough for them to be able to converse on any kind of regular basis on the front porch of the house. And I have the feeling that Mr. Griffith's political views in the early 1960's pretty much reflected the right-wing conservative Republican Party, pro Goldwater political views of the Indianapolis Star and its then-owner, rather than the politically liberal views of newspapers like the then-Dorothy Schiff-owned New York Post or the New York Times, that my parents both then had.
And since the side of the duplex house we rented had an air-conditioning unit in its living room, even if the summer nights in 1963 became excessively hot, my parents and I were able to avoid both the hot summer evenings and the risk of having to chat with the friendly, but possibly right-wing conservative Mr. Griffith, by just spending most of the hot summer evenings, not on the porch, but in our living room with the air-conditioning unit on.
