Animal Rescue of Fresno: Waxing Poetic on a Porch
by Wendy Hunter
A million years ago, when cavemen discovered fire, I was just a kid roaming the earth. TV screens were the size of a postage stamp, and every channel was black and white. All three of them. My family had a tiny television on wheels, with small dials that you had to actually turn by hand. That’s right, my little millennials, you had to get out of your chair, cross the room, and physically switch channels. You had to mess with the rabbit ears too, cursing like a sailor and begging the TV for a clear picture.
