And now, beyond the ugly world of politics, I'd like to report a sad passing. My alarm clock, which I won (yes, WON!) in my incredibly brief tenure as a cub scout, has pooped out. I was a cub scout for roughly 6 months in 1984, of which I actually was interested in the 'scout way for maybe 45 minutes. The one fund raiser I had, I rocked out. Not only did I earn this fancy alarm clock, I also got a Zebco fishing pole (which I also still have).
Out of scouting, all I wanted was to camp out, hike in the woods, swim, canoe, etc. Instead I had to go to church, sing to old people, and tie lots of boring knots. With the church thing--no kids like going to church, especially on a hard-earned day off from school. As for singing to old people, I can't sing...and I think I just made them more sad. As for knots...well, this one is a bit more practical in my climbing pursuits, though at the time it was crushingly dull.
Anyhow...this is the same clock radio I on which listened to baseball games when I lived in Waterbury in 3rd grade, with a young kitten named KC by my side. It made the move to Wolcott and served me through middle and high school. Then it was off to college, where it survived several drenchings of Simply Soda. Then out here to Colorado, where it performed admirably into its 22nd year of service until the "Time Set" button fizzled out. I actually tried to repair it, but because it was such a cheap product (made by Taiwanese electronics juggernaut "Artist") there was no way to get at the broken sensor without splitting the circuit board apart.
So I bid my faithful clock a timely adieu and welcome a new, Emerson clock to my life. I actually bought a cool looking blue LED clock first, but the blue lights were way too bright so I went back to conventional red. Think of it this way: if this clock lasts 22 more years, I'll be 52 when I buy my next one!
