In 1964, Dad asked my sister and me (I was 13) “Do you want to go to the World’s Fair in New York City” or get a black and white TV for your rooms?”
Guess which we chose? Dad was clever that way. He played us to avoid an eight hour round-trip and expenses.
(We EACH got the TV).
I’ve regretted that lousy decision every since. Lifetime memories vs a crappy GE “portable” TV in my bedroom which I hardly ever watched. I knew it was all crap at an early age.
I remember when I got my first black and white TV for my birthday.
Best Birthday, Ever!