Battle of the Boob Tube

When some people learn that no television set is tolerated in our tall house, they inquire, wondering, “But what do you do about your daughters?” And we reply, “We give them tools.” “What kind of tools?” “Why, tools called books.”

Occasionally TV has reared its ugly head even at Piety Hill. Clinton Wallace, our hobo butler, was permitted to keep a well-worn portable TV in his room. This I thrust into the cellar the day we buried Clinton.