Mon 26 Jan 2009
Yesterday, while hacking up a lung, I decided to clean my bedroom. The sheets needed changing, the furniture needed dusting, and the carpet needed vacuuming. However, in the course of dusting I made an error: I knocked over my television.
And yes, it died.
It was a 20-inch Curtis Mathis television, bought for less than 90 bucks back in 2000, about seven months before I headed off for seminary. Then I just wanted a small television for my bedroom. And from Yonkers to Fort Wayne (and back several times), from Fort Wayne to Sayville and back, this television took the ride. From the time money was plunked down until yesterday, the television worked flawlessly.
But after dropping it, the old Kmart blue light special is kaput.
It will be put out with the garbage tomorrow.