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Topic: CBS Eye Logo Turns 60
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Randy Stankey
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Posts: 6539
From: Erie, Pennsylvania
Registered: Jun 99
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posted 10-23-2011 10:01 PM
Watching test patterns and TV station logos also reminds me of old stories about growing up but mine aren't your average childhood nostalgia. What you are about to read is a truly warped situation. Every bit of it is true, to the best of my memory.
Background: My parents used to own a bar. It was the old fashioned kind of place where the house and the business are attached. That's where I lived when I was growing up until I went away to college. That's where this story takes place.
I was probably six or seven years old. My brother was five or six, two years younger. Just like you guys probably all did, we used to get up early on Saturday mornings to watch cartoons. You young guys just don't understand what a big deal Saturday Morning Cartoons were.
My brother and I were sitting in front of the TV the living room, eating bowls of Froot Loops, watching the test pattern, waiting for cartoons to come on. This was a routine that we knew well. It was the Star Spangled Banner at 6:30, followed by "Davy and Goliath."
So, there we sat, getting buzzed-up on sugary cereal, waiting for TV to come on when... SMASH! BANG! GODDAMM YOU! CRASH! All hell breaks loose in the bar. Naturally, us kids go to investigate.
We push open the swinging saloon door that separates the bar from the kitchen and peer around the corner of the bar.
There, at the other side of the room, is my father, down on one knee, grabbing some guy by the shirt collar. The guy is laying on his back on the floor. My dad is beating the living shit out of this guy, literally treating the guy's head like a punching bag!
Another guy comes up behind my dad and breaks a pool cue over his back. To which, my dad responds, without missing a beat, by grabbing a beer bottle off the table and, with a backhanded swing, smashes the guy in the face with the bottle. That guy falls over backward onto the floor then dad immediately goes back to pounding the tar and feathers out of the first guy.
Right about this time, Mom comes out to the bar and rushes us kids back to the living room. "What's Dad doing?" I remember asking. "Never you mind!" said Mom, "Go back and watch cartoons!" she ordered.
No matter... Davy and Goliath was on so my bother and I went back to eating our Froot Loops and watching TV.
I swear on my death bed that this is true or at least as much as I remember 40 years in the past. My father is dead. He died of alcoholism over 25 years ago. Every once in a while, I'll mention it to my mother. She always says, "You still remember that?"
I remember it almost like it was yesterday.
That's what TV station logos always remind me of.
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