Of Televisions and Men and Household Explosions
My father was a pretty amazing man. He was big and tall and had hands the size of canned hams. Yes, I am talking about the same man who dropped-kicked the turkey through the living room window. He loved electronics and electricity and often built things in the basement. It was kind of like living with Grandpa of Munsters fame. Pop would disappear for hours in the basement or garage and emerge with some contraption or other.