When I graduated high school, my parents got me a Panasonic TV.
It was great, my very own TV.
For Christmas the month before, I was given a VCR and now could tape all my favorite shows.
Several years later, I had a VCR dedicated to taping “Star Trek: The Next Generation” weekly and another taping “Star Trek: Deep Space Nine.”
So, some years later, I had quite a collection pre-Netflix.
The TVs of old were sturdy in that you could pile a VCR on top along with an alarm clock. During the winter months it also added a source of heat to my room.
In our living room, we had an RCA stereo TV with a remote control.
This too was a sweet giant picture tube device.
About 10 years ago my brother said that I should get a flat panel TV.
Why? These two were still working just fine.
Well maybe some channels worked well. When it hooked up to cable, all was good.
So soon after my brother’s visit the picture started to go. The sound was great though.
I moved it to the back bedroom.
Again, it was a nice case and like furniture and held a lot on top of it. Plus, it weighed nearly 60 pounds.
Well, finally after about a year, it went into the trash heap.
My neighborhood collects electronics once a year. I was sad to see it go but figured that it was time to go the flat panel route.
About two years ago, my Panasonic TV died.
Where would my clock go now? So, I got a newfangled flat panel and low and behold, six months later it was toast.
Now I have an old Toshiba TV in its place.
At night I just listen to the sound, so as it was, I could’ve kept the old stereo one.