Cliff Gardner

Friday, January 20, 2006

Can you hear me all the way back in the sixties?

When I was thirteen, my dad and I went shopping for a new television. At the time we had seven in our house already, but my dad wanted a really big one (side note—my folks subscribed to the Steven Johnson school of parenting which I am very grateful for). Anyway, when we got to the store, I witnessed the following exchange:

Twenty-something-clerk: So ya, this one is 42 inches and has surround round. It comes with a remote that allows you to progr—

Dad: Let me stop you right there. Before we go any further, is it a color television?

Clerk: *looks like my dad asked if the TV ran on kerosene* They haven’t made a black and white television since the sixties, man.

Dad: The times, they are a-changin’.


  • HAHAHAHHA! Bless your dad's heart! And it must've been nice to be brought up like that. ;)

    By Anonymous Kim, at 1:34 PM  

  • Dad is one cooky bastard! My favorite memory from when we were growing up was that carpet/ furniture store in Hillsboro. You know which one i'm talking about thom! I can still see dad's teeth grinding in anger, and that massive vein popping out on his neck. cooky cooky man. Love you thom-ass

    By Anonymous katie lady, at 5:39 PM  

  • Sad thing is T-Mac...My dad is the same way. If he could live in 1963 until the day he died, I think he would be a happy man.

    By Anonymous Mark, at 6:35 PM  

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