You know, you walk through Costco at Christmastime, or through
Sam's Club, depending on where you live in the country, and you see people with two or three big flat-screen TVs in their shopping cart, and it
just seems a big strange.
Comical even. But a bit strange.
Comical even. But a bit strange.
I mean, it's great - and God bless 'em.
And
oh, yeah for sure, I remember when my Dad walked in our house on Erie Street in
Rochester, New York with a brand new RCA 19" inch color TV.
I nearly flipped my lid - and then went on
to enjoy years of great television.
But I also have Christmas memories of when I'd be happy with just
a board game of Battleship or Hats-Off...and or just even Twister!
There was
something wonderful about those days.
Something simpler.
And really, probably
the best part of those days?
Just being in a room full of people you loved - and who
loved you back.