In honor of The Sun’s fiftieth year in print, we’re revisiting topics that have appeared in past issues and reprinting some of the original responses. “Watching TV” ran in our July 1996 issue.
— Ed.
When I was seven years old, my firefighter father splurged and bought a television. This was 1948, and no one else in the neighborhood had one.
The set was a ten-inch screen in a big wooden box. A roof antenna was needed for optimal reception, and after many a windy rainstorm my father would be up on the roof, repositioning the antenna while I relayed the picture quality to him through the window: a little father-son bonding.
