I remember being glued to the tube all morning, every Saturday morning back in those days, watching cartoons. My dad had his own tv repair business and HATED tv, and wouldn't let us have one. But we hounded him to death and by 1958 or so we had worn him down. After that, Saturday morning meant cartoons for me, black and white of course.
I seem to remember lots of Looney Tunes stuff in the late 50s, but this is going waaay back and I could be wrong about that. One of my favorites was... Tom Terrific? Can't figure out why now. Pops was right. TV is crap. Always has been.
My dad loved gadgets and fixing them. Our basement TV was an early 50’s model with a 12” screen, full of TV tubes and my dad was always fussing over it.
One night when I was about 12, I was flipping channels on it and I came across a show with a guy who had a weird accent and became hooked. It was William F. Buckley and Firing Line. That’s when I became a Conservative. (Although my dad thought a 12 yo being interested in politics was really weird)
About 10 years ago met Buckley Jr. and got to tell him this story. (I suspect he thought I was a weird kid too.)