We've really been scraping the bottom of the barrel on celebrity deaths lately. Need bigger names to die, IMO.
Yeah, back when 2 shows a year were on one fuzzy blinking black and white TV that your little brother had to stand there crying holding the antenna. Those were the days there, golden girl.Yeah just on 14 years with 435 episodes....Seinfeld? 180...
Blair says goodbye...
I remember when my older brother left home and it was my turn to go out on the hill behind the house in who knows what kind of weather to turn the antenna while watching the back window where my mom would relay the signal from my dad that we were "good to go"...which meant we might be able to tell which team had the football/basketball or have sound, and on some occasions, both. I remember the day we got a motor that turned the antenna. I'd like to think our reaction was similar to when man discovered how to make fire.Yeah, back when 2 shows a year were on one fuzzy blinking black and white TV that your little brother had to stand there crying holding the antenna. Those were the days there, golden girl.
I remember when my older brother left home and it was my turn to go out on the hill behind the house in who know what kind of weather to turn the antenna while watching the back window where my mom would relay the signal from my dad that we were "good to go"...which meant we might be able to tell which team had the football/basketball or have sound, and on some occasions, both. I remember the day we got a motor that turned the antenna. I'd like to think our reaction was similar to when man discovered how to make fire.