By Clint Younts
I don’t know about all y’all, but I’m fed up with all these TV streaming services. You know those channels or networks or whatever they call themselves; they are as numerous as fire ants on a marshmallow. If y’all have one of those Roku thingamabobs and have an hour to kill, just take a gander at all the streaming channels available. No, don’t do it right now. Go ahead and finish reading this or you might forget about me.
If any of y’all are anywhere as old as I am, you might recall back when you were a kid and having just three or four channels to watch, depending on weather conditions. Your dad might’ve wrapped aluminum foil around the TV antenna for better reception, and he probably also had you move the rabbit ears around until you found the right spot. Some of you young whippersnappers are wondering what rabbit ears are, but you wouldn’t believe me if I told you. And if I told you our phones were wired to the wall, you’d probably think I was plumb loco.
