Greetings from Poosey.
We had two choices: this channel or that channel. You could walk down the streets of Poosey, peek into the windows at 8 p.m. and it’s a guarantee that they’d be watching Ed Sullivan or Gunsmoke. There were no other choices. Even your bedtime was pre-determined since the signal went dead after the late-night news. Oh, we didn’t have the sublime luxury of choosing between 2000 shows