When I share stories with my grandkids about what it was like growing up in the 60s and 70s, I get some strange looks.

The fact that I was the remote control for our black & white Philco television, and I drank water from the water hose all day long during the hot summers in El Paso and Baytown, and survived, without the aid of some fancy sports drink, makes them squirm.

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