Yesterday my wife and I sat down to wisely use up a rare moment together while the kids slept. We planned on turning on the fireplace and watching a movie maybe while Daddy enjoy a glass of eggnog with a suspicious taste of alcohol. We sat down, turned on our big Mr. 52″ RCA and waited. And waited. Nothing happened. No sound, no picture. Nada. I tried a few more times before we decided to retire to our bedroom and watch tv there. (The TV in the bedroom is more an emergency backup than anything else as we rarely use it).
Mr. 52 RCA, you should know, did not meet an untimely demise. No, he had it coming. You see he was the last of his kind, a relic so to speak. As a matter of fact, he had been showing signs of aging for about a year or so. Turning off in the middle of a show, making weird screeching sounds and just being a grumpy old fart. So it came as no surprise. We knew it would happen sooner or later but would have rather it be later.
So while we ponder the issue of replacing Mr. 52, we are stuck with finding a way of disposing of his remains. I can barely move the thing. Talk about dead weight…Should I drag it out to the driveway on garbage day? or squeeze it in a garbage bin in the middle of the night while dressed like a robber? Ok I was just kidding, I don’t have to disguise myself while I illegally dump toxic waste. But still, how do we get him out? I have a friend who has a dead 52 for a few years now and can’t dispose of him. That’s the last thing I need. With 7 people living in this house, we have no room for a dead babysitter.
Anyways, that’s my problem that I have to tackle myself. In the meantime, I would like to say a few words on Mr. 52’s behalf. He came into our lives at a crucial time. A time when his type ruled the world. Everyone wanted him, it seemed like once you went black…oh never mind, wrong analogy but you got the idea. He was the ‘in’ thing. We spent countless ours staring at him and he at us. He literally babysat our boys and provided hours of entertainment along with his buddy the Wii. He introduced them to shows like The Backyardigans, Yo Gabba Gabba and Caillou. For the adults, he shared with us, Desperate Housewives, Grey’s Anatomy, Glee, Big Bang Theory and a few other good gems. My favorite of course was watching Hockey, Football and just about any sport he offered. When he first moved in, our friends would invite themselves over to watch their favorite sports with him. Then skinny was the new ‘in’ and no one but us noticed him much after that. We always loved you, 52. You were like our live-in grandfather.
Rust In Peace ole fella!