After WWII a stranger came to live with us. We were fascinated with this newcomer and he was quickly accepted. He kept us spellbound for hours with stories of adventure, mystery and comedy. He took us to major league ball games, made us laugh, and made us cry. He never stopped talking, but we didn't seem to mind.
Our household was ruled by certain moral convictions, but this stranger never felt obligated to honor them. Profanity was not allowed in our home but the stranger used words that made us squirm and blush. He encourages the use of alcohol, drugs, cigarettes and talks freely about sex, yet he's never been asked to leave our home.
More than fifty years have passed since he moved in with us. He is not as fascinating as he once was, but he still sits in his corner waiting for someone to listen to him. His name? We just call him T.V. for short.
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