Remembrances of Things Past

No sooner had the warm liquid mixed with the crumbs touched my palate than a shudder ran through me and I stopped, intent upon the extraordinary thing that was happening to me. An exquisite pleasure had invaded my senses, something isolated, detached, with no suggestion of its origin.... The sight of the little madeleine had recalled nothing to my mind before I tasted it. And all from my cup of tea. —Marcel Proust, In Search of Lost Time

This is what TV looked like when I was ... well .... considerably younger. It almost seems charming....but then I'm charming and just as old....older perhaps. ahhh welll.