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September 21, 2012
I'D WATCH HOURS of television those weeks. Popeye, Tom and Jerry, Abbott and Costello. After a good run of shows I'd twist the bottom knob and the image would smash down to a lightning dot, a choked cry dying behind cool, green glass.

Then I'd snap the set back to life and see what else was on.

My grandmother would interrupt sometimes with an apple, a freshly peeled orange, or a Snack Pack chocolate pudding cup with a warm, washed tea spoon and a folded napkin.

"Does your mother let you watch so much television at home?"

Yes, I'd lie.