At midnight, it happened. Awakened by a sound like a squirrel rambling through an aluminum bag of nuts at a picnic, I was startled to a sitting position. "Where was that sound coming from? The TV? Why are the Northern Lights in the center of the screen? This can't be good." Slowly, approaching it's right side, the crackling intensified. It's coming from the back. "Is it the DVD playrer or the VCR stacked on top? No, it's lower." Power off NOW! Investigating the other side, the undeniable scent of a burning electrical component solidified the conclusion. Picture tube was gone.
So now Mr. TV, Rest In Peace. You had a long run since the early 90's. Sorry you had to take your leave today of all days, but chance is like that. But just in case for some reason you've obtained an internal calendar, I'll try you tomorrow.
