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This is thought-provoking.

A few years after I was born, my Dad met a stranger who was new to our
small town. From the beginning, Dad was fascinated with this enchanting
newcomer and soon invited him to live with our family. The stranger was
quickly accepted and was around from then on.

As I grew up, I never questioned his place in my family. In my young
mind, he had a special niche. My parents were complementary
instructors: Mum taught me good from evil, and Dad taught me to obey.
But the stranger... he was our storyteller. He would keep us spellbound
for hours on end with adventures, mysteries and comedies.

If I wanted to know anything about politics, history or science, he
always knew the answers about the past, understood the present and even
seemed able to predict the future! He took my family to the FA Cup Final.
He made me laugh, and he made me cry. The stranger never stopped talking,
but Dad didn't seem to mind.

Sometimes, Mum would get up quietly while the rest of us were shooshing
each other to listen to what he had to say, and she would go to the
kitchen for peace and quiet.

(I wonder now if she ever prayed for the stranger to leave.)

Dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions, but the
stranger never felt obligated to honour them. Profanity, for example,
was not allowed in our home - not from us, our friends or any visitors.
Our long time visitor, however, got away with four-letter words that
burned my ears and made my dad squirm and my mother blush. My Dad
didn't permit the liberal use of alcohol but the stranger encouraged us
to try it on a regular basis. He made cigarettes look cool, cigars
manly, and pipes distinguished. He talked freely (much too freely!)
about sex. His comments were sometimes blatant, sometimes suggestive,
and generally embarrassing.

I now know that my early concepts about relationships were influenced
strongly by the stranger. Time after time, he opposed the values of my
parents, yet he was seldom rebuked... And NEVER asked to leave.

More than fifty years have passed since the stranger moved in with our
family. He has blended right in and is not nearly as fascinating as he
was at first.

Still, if you could walk into my parents' lounge today, you would still
find him sitting over in his corner, waiting for someone to listen to
him talk and watch him draw his pictures.

His name?.....

















































We just call him 'Telly.'

He has a wife now....we call her 'Computer.'

Their first child is 'Mobile'.

Second child 'iPod'.
 

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A 50 year old TV :eek:... I hope that your Dad is ready for the digital switch over ;)
 
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