at my dad's old house in the mountains of southwest virginia. watching an ancient, grainy VCR tape of It's a Wonderful Life on dad's 30 year-old floor model RCA TV. thing takes up half the living room. Great picture. Small screen. Just watched (again by a bunch) young George Bailey get his bad ear hit by his druggist boss for not making his delivery, and young George trying to plead to his boss that he had messed up the capsules. Story then jumps forward twenty or so years with George looking at luggage to make his escape.
just doesn't get better sometimes watching an old movie, in an old house, on an old tv, from old technology (sure i misspelled that last word).
just doesn't get better sometimes watching an old movie, in an old house, on an old tv, from old technology (sure i misspelled that last word).
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