Digital TV conversion reminds me of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s poem:
There Was a Little Girl
There was a little girl,
Who had a little curl,
Right in the middle of her forehead.
When she was good,
She was very good indeed,
But when she was bad she was horrid
We’re in a very small minority of Americans who will today be banished from TV land, forced then to use our time productively, to spend time with friends and family, read books, play music, or engage in other ancient practices. We live about 280 yards outside of the city limits, so we’ve never been able to have cable TV. We have too many old oaks and hickories to get a clear line of sight on a satellite, and the combination of the trees and a concrete block house leaves us with poor broadcast reception. Between the trees, our raccoons and other creatures, we doubt that a roof antenna would work well or last long.
That leaves rabbit ears for through-the-air transmission. This works tolerably well for analog TV. Sometimes it works for digital as well. When it does, it is “very good indeed,” but more often it’s not just horrid, it’s non-existent. As I said, we may be the only household so cursed. When the great conversion comes, we’ll be exiled to the unknown land of “no TV.” I’ll make a youtube to tell you if we survive.