The squat, bland, concrete-block building on a side street in St. Louis Park looks like it could be a meat locker, an auto parts warehouse or a CIA safe house hidden in plain sight.
But step inside, and it hits you like Morse Code hitting a Marconi coherer: This place is nerd heaven.
In the dim, cavernous interior of the Pavek Museum of Broadcasting, the history of radio and TV is laid out in all its scientific rigor and showbiz glamour. The technically minded can geek out on circuits, amplifiers and tuners; the celebrity-hungry can take in publicity shots of early Twin Cities TV stars, bathed in the soft glow of neon signs spelling out the call letters of broadcast stations. And everyone can enjoy radio and TV shows that range from Warren Harding to Roundhouse Rodney.
In an age when we carry supercomputers in our pocket or purse, the Pavek reminds us how we unlocked the secrets making that possible. In farmhouses and industrial laboratories, by accident and by design, brilliant scientists and regular tinkerers more than a century ago discovered how to beam sound and light through the air.
And life would never be the same. For the first time, the world could be instantly brought to the individual.
During the 20th century, radio and television helped transform America from a collection of far-flung regions to a nation knit together with a common culture. The Pavek museum is jammed with broadcasting artifacts that tell the story.
Radios and tubes line the walls. TVs, microphones and phonographs vie for floor space with build-your-own radio kits and commemorative ashtrays. In one corner is a camera crane used to broadcast the 1952 political conventions that introduced Walter Cronkite to America and coined the term "anchorman." In another is the early tape deck used by Bing Crosby in the 1940s to prerecord his radio program — and create the first laugh track.
More than 100,000 students have visited the museum since it opened in 1988, learning about broadcasting and recording their own programs. On a recent visit, a group of grade-schoolers listened to a scratchy Edison cylinder recording and squealed with more delight than you'd ever expect to hear from kids raised on 3-D Imax movies.