Yeah, Eddie, that's gotta be the same guy. I just googled also. I didn't turn up much (the book, "Radio Voice, etc."), but apparently he was either editor, or at least a contributor, to a thing called "The Revival Herald" sometime in the 1990s.

The Revival Center at the Moore Theater (which long since returned to being a theater—concerts, rock groups, occasional movie festivals, etc.) and its attendant radio program was active in the early 1950s. If it is the same Ralph J. Sander, he must have been younger than I thought he was from hearing him on the radio. He disappeared from the Seattle area sometime in the mid or late 1950s. Apparently cut out for parts East.

In the early to mid-1970s, I worked at a classical music radio station in Seattle as an announcer. Marvelous job! I did the news, read a few commercials, played music that I like. Announce a Beethoven Symphony, or a record by some early music group, flip the switch on the turntable, then sit back with my feet propped up and a cup of coffee in my hands. And I got paid well to do it!

Then the absentee owner (lived in California) sold the station. The two yo-yos who bought it changed the format to Canned Religion. From Beethoven and Monteverdi, I wound up playing tapes of former used car salesmen delivering some simplistic, theologically totally unsound sermon, and then spending half the frigging program begging for contributions.

I'm not anti-religious, and I do go to church from time to time. But this stuff had nothing to do with religion. My stomach just couldn't handle having to sit there and listen to this garbage, so one fine day I hauled off and quit.

Bloody collection of con-men and chiselers. Woke up one morning and said, "Wow! That's how I'll get rich! I'll make myself a Prophet!!" However you want to spell the word. . . .

Don Firth