Where I grew up in New York, there were only eight channels — 2, 4, 5, 7, 9, 11, 13, and 21. My father wasn’t paying for cable; we had an antenna on the roof, and that was good enough. We didn’t have a remote in my house. You watched what was on. This was before VCRs. We watched the Mets on WOR, outside in the summer (no AC!) in black and white on an old portable General Electric 12-inch. We watched shows that parents watched like The Honeymooners and The Odd Couple, Barney Miller and Car 54, Where Are You? We could talk to our parents and older cousins about stuff that was way older than us. …

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