Television is one of my addictions. As a baby boomer I grew up with only 3 channels coming in off the roof top antenna that fed into a black & white tv. I thought it was grand! Sitting too close while watching Captain Kangaroo or a cartoon. I didn’t mind endangering my life from the “radiation” my mother thought was seeping into my body. I’ve been hooked for fifty years.
In those fifty years I have watched television change with the times, remake itself and come back around again. It has been half a century of pop culture on the fly and I’ve soaked it all in. Maybe my mother was right, I’ve been artificially evolved by the history of television! Can you see the antenna’s on my head? Maybe that’s where they got the concept for My Favorite Martian. . . . .