This Bud’s for you, Mr. Starter-of-modern-electronics.
Yes, when I was but a wee lad, on cold, blustery winter Saturday, I would pull the old RCA away from the wall on one side. I would take my toy soldiers and cars behind the cabinet, tune in Johnny Dollar and the Lone Ranger, and play what today would be called “IED.”
Somehow those soldiers always ended up getting blowed up. Maybe George W. had the same kind of childhood.
Those tubes that had to warm up before you could get a reception looked like a little city to me. The tubes were the buildings and the little rectangles that glowed red inside were windows.
Holy Mackinoley. What a weird kid. Yeah, I bet George W. did have the same childhood.