I’m not sure it’s called a picture tube anymore but whatever that apparatus is on our television that produces the video it just up and died a couple weeks ago. There was no warning. No smoke arose from the back of the T.V. nor was there a smell of melting plastic. The picture just disappeared and we were left with a huge black screen. It turned into a giant radio as the sound was functioning perfectly. But that became really…..
It was fifty-two years ago that I met Kathie. In fact I could swear I heard music playing as she came into view for the first time. Was this a sign of what was to come? Then I came to my senses and remembered I was in the church choir loft with the church choir with whom I had become a newly inducted member. We were about to start a Wednesday evening practice. The music was the result of the…..