Good Night

I'm looking at a dangerous new 32 inch wide flat screen hole in my living room and in fact in my life and yours. You can disappear down that hole... and boldly go... nowhere. And lots of people do. As you may have figured out, I had to replace an almost perfectly good twenty some odd year old TV set before its time. I wanted to wait till I could afford a new 3d TV, so I could watch Catherine Zeta Jones movies the way they were intended to be seen. Through slightly steamed up glasses. But my trusty old Zenith was driving me nuts with the closed captioning which it decided to turn on all by itself, and I couldn't turn it off... without the original changer, which has long since joined the original rabbit ears in Howdy Doody Heaven. And I didn't want to hear what most of the tv people were saying the first time around, without having to read it fifteen seconds later, in a voice recognition printout that has switched the language to the Klingon setting. A long time ago, when the kids were little, I always wis