November 6, 2009
I miss my grandparent's console television, housed in wood. I miss all its 956 pounds, the rounded green screen, the static electricity type of sound that accompanied the act of turning it off, and the image that would flash for a millisecond and then reduce to a pinpoint of light in the center of the screen that lingered like it didn't want to go home yet, and finally disappear. I miss hovering my hand over the screen to feel the faint electricity "fuzz". I miss the "clicker" and the clunky knobs that were sometimes difficult to turn. I miss UHF.