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-Back then, being smart meant keeping your mouth shut and not asking any questions; and that’s exactly what I did.
I think that largely depends on how you define 'smart'. Honestly, the pessimist in me says it's nothing but a shift it what is socially acceptable/desirable. In the past, it was more important to cover up problems and maintain the illusion that you had that perfect life. Today, it's more about sensationalizing everything and getting that 15 minutes of fame.
I think that largely depends on how you define 'smart'. Honestly, the pessimist in me says it's nothing but a shift it what is socially acceptable/desirable. In the past, it was more important to cover up problems and maintain the illusion that you had that perfect life. Today, it's more about sensationalizing everything and getting that 15 minutes of fame.
My dad was a TV repairman, back when they were black and white and had tubes. Kept doing it until VCRs came along and finally switched to being an Mercury mechanic, working on boat motors. I remember his workshop having scads of small rectangular boxes with spare tubes in them.
Nice little scene there. I like listening to old friends chat like that. Gives me a comfortable warmth inside.
Nice little scene there. I like listening to old friends chat like that. Gives me a comfortable warmth inside.
was he really??? so much has changed...
We had a TV when first married that was classified a color portable. It weighed about 60 pounds. I took it to the shop to get it fixed and when it came back there was a loose wire in the back (inside - yes you could look through the vent grid and see everything.) I figured it should be hooked to something, so finding an empty place on the board, I hooked it up.
Bzzzzzzzzz...smoke.....
The TV repair guy was real nice and fixed it again for free and then told me, 'Don't ever do that again.'
*hugs...
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We had a TV when first married that was classified a color portable. It weighed about 60 pounds. I took it to the shop to get it fixed and when it came back there was a loose wire in the back (inside - yes you could look through the vent grid and see everything.) I figured it should be hooked to something, so finding an empty place on the board, I hooked it up.
Bzzzzzzzzz...smoke.....
The TV repair guy was real nice and fixed it again for free and then told me, 'Don't ever do that again.'
*hugs...
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I'm starting to catch up from our trip, and this one is a real trip to "back in the day." We had the milkman, the Fuller brush man and when we visited my Grandmother in Buffalo, she still had the ice man in addition to all the rest including the boy who delivered the groceries in radio flyer wagon from the store at the end of the block. My Uncle Dick brought my folks our first TV (an Olympic 19 inch) from Buffalo in 1952 (we lived in Richfield OH). The first show I ever watched was the Howdy Doody Show.
To quote Bob Hope, "Thanks for the memories..."
To quote Bob Hope, "Thanks for the memories..."
Who really needed TV repair men? My dad showed me how it was done. Take the back panel off and turn the set on. Whichever tube didn't light up was likely bad. He'd go to the corner liquor store, this was back before Radio Shack by the way, anyway there was a large box in the corner where you could test the tube and actually purchase a new one from the proprietor. Things really were simpler back then.
Now, I wonder how many step brothers I have...
Now, I wonder how many step brothers I have...
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