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Basement becoming a TV graveyard

October 2, 2012
By ANDREW POTTER , Times-Republican

Looking at them lined up in my basement, it's kind of sad. Those old televisions that couldn't keep up with this digital age of High Definition.

They seem like they still have plenty of life left in them; if only the world didn't pass them by in recent years.

Back in the day, they were good enough for me, as TV has always been my friend that never would leave me. Now, they are worthless relics of the olden times when HD was better known as a possible type of a disease, not a way to watch television.

Well, one of the old ones is still operational thanks to a box by the cable company, which will charge me a fee for the hook up pretty soon. So you can bet it's on life support too because nobody wants to pay an extra fee to watch these TVs.

The next plan will be to figure out how I'm ever going to get rid of these TVs. Will they just sit there like a graveyard of entertainment's past?

I saw that there is one business that will take your old TV for the healthy sum of $20 each. I guess my sets are not that burdensome on me yet, but when I need the space I suppose I'll have to fork over $60 to get rid of the three that are becoming dinosaurs.

Could I find another use for them? Maybe make a table out of them? How about getting creative and making some sort of art piece?

These ideas are all highly doubtful considering their weight and the fact if I tried to convert them into something else some tube inside might blow up and I'd end up looking like Wile E. Coyote after the The Road Runner popped off an Acme bomb in his face.

Maybe they will just sit and collect dust and one day become antiques. My grandchildren will look at those beasts and laugh at how old I am.

Again, that's probably unlikely as I'm betting I'll need the storage space in the future, and these useless boxes will have to go.

So enjoy the basement dwelling while you can - because the next place you go will not be as friendly. Yeah, I'm talking to you with your remote control with the numbers that you can't make out in any more.

Until then, meet your new neighbor - a box of old VHS tapes. You two should have plenty in common to talk about.

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Reporter Andrew Potter is a Tuesday columnist for the Times-Republican. The views expressed in this column are personal views of the writer and don't necessarily reflect the views of the T-R. Contact Andrew Potter at 641-753-6611 or apotter@timesrepublican.com

 
 

 

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