Anytime the show "Newhart" was about to come on, there was a scramble for each person to take a position.
One person plopped down on the couch to watch the television. One ran over to the doorway to the outside. The last person went to the TV antenna.
Then there was a two-minute relay of hollering instructions back and forth until the station came in. This was almost always followed by the person on the couch yelling out that the station went away after the person turning the antenna stopped touching it.
Oh, we had it so rough. But how else were you going to watch Daryl, his brother Larry, and his other brother Daryl?
My brain is a curious thing. It bounces from place to place, from the exceedingly strange to the terribly mundane. Every once in awhile, something will pop into my head that is just completely out of nowhere. Totally random.