Classic TV
Warning: This is one of those postings that really shows my age. When I was a child visiting my grandfather an ex Navy WW2 Veteran in California I always remembered one familiar cry. "O9!" he would say as I entered the room and picked up the clicker. We called the remote a clicker in those days and when I visited my grandparents it seemed like an amazing luxury. Television back home was still get up and change the dial when you wanted to watch another channel. Of course it didn't hurt that there were only three to four channels to watch in Anchorage, Alaska. In my room I had the black and white TV cast off when my parents upgraded to color. It was so decrepit the actual dial was broken off an not only did you have to turn it by hand, you had to wedge a pencil in the side to get it to stay on the selected channel. When I visited my grandparents their 27" TV seemed positively enormous and the accompanying remote simply magical. Los Angeles had something un