I remember, growing up in the Los Angeles area, when, about 0100 or so in the morning, our TV stations would play the National Anthem, show a â€œtest patternâ€ for a few minutes, then go off air until 0600 or so. You could not spend all night watching tv because all the stations shut down for a few hours. We had Channels 2-4-5-7-9-11-13 (some UHF Channels) and Cal Worthington. Bozo-The Clown, Chuckles-The Birthday Clown, Sheriff John, Engineer Bill, Sunday Bullfights, and Jack LaLanne.
Oh, I have a litany of old shows we used to watch: Phil Silvers, Dennis The Menace, Have Gun Will Travel, Leave It To Beaver, Wanted-Dead of Alive, Sky King, Father Knows Best, Lucy, Our Miss Brooks, Roy Rogers, Zorro, The Lone Ranger, Rin Tin-Tin, The Rifleman, Daniel Boone, Donna Reed, Comanche, and The Adventures of Superman. Way too many shows to list here.
Daunting to realize that Iâ€™m almost older than â€œwidescreenâ€ movies. (Well. Not really. Just feeling that way today.)
Was bored just sitting around the house (which means I was doing my usual chores) so I went for a drive around the peninsula. Posted the pictures on my Flickr if yâ€™all get interested. About 7.5 miles of the road was just dirt barely wide enough for two cars to pass each other. Didnâ€™t see anyone else on the whole road. Cool! Nice ride. Peaceful and quiet at the places I stopped. Cold though.
And now Iâ€™m back home and about to get out and trim back the wisteria plant. Maybe. Cold out. So, maybe. Ought to at least take the Dog for a walk.
Which I did. Both. Was fun. Cold though. Iâ€™m old. Hate the cold. But I always have.