I think my dad watched more for the stories than the cooking, he loved the cajun talk.
I thought he was quite entertaining. I guess I'm simple minded.
Old enough to remember? Hell's bells.....I remember...
Only having 3 stations to watch (in Puerto Rico we just had one - 6:00 am to 6:00 pm (Spanish) 6:00 pm to 12:00 pm (English)
Wrapping rabbit ears in tin foil for better reception
Having a human chain when dad was on the roof adjusting the antenna....usually, mom, my brother and I was the one yelling at dad on which way to turn the darn thing.
My brother and I being the two legged "remote control"
I remember how excited I was when we were able to get a UHF station from L.A. (fuzzy as heck too)
I know I am not the only one....most of us ol' farts did all of these.
I think my dad watched more for the stories than the cooking, he loved the cajun talk.
It's kinda like the best songs being written by a dude that had just finished a big fat blunt.I remember ol' Justin loved to cook with wine....with most of it going into him.
My grandpa had an album or two of his stories. I wish I knew where they got off to as I doubt you can find them now.
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