Those were the days!

Those where the days…in the mid-1950s, when we got our first television set: it was an RCA Victor black and white, with a 19-inch screen embedded in a shiny box of dark red mahogany. We lived in a tiny town in northwest Minnesota, where my father ran the weekly newspaper – the place where, still, “The Prairie Meets the Pines.” NBC (channel 6) came via our enormous antenna from Fargo, about 100 miles distant; it began at 5 p.m. with a cowboy show and ended at midnight, after Jack Paar. Much “snowier” (as we then said) was CBS (channel 4), which came to us from a tower in Valley City, North Dakota, nearly half again further away. The blizzard of white fuzz notwithstanding, we gathered as a family