I started out as a satellite TV skeptic. In my estimation, cable television service, with its reliable feed and impressive selection of programming (which far exceeded the selections offered solely on local networks) seemed genuinely more than adequate.
My husband, however, was sincerely convinced (and thus, successfully convincing) in the opinion that satellite television signals delivered vastly superior televised entertainment, with far more reliable consistency, not to mention their infinitely greater assortment of quality channels.
Many of us really don’t have enough of an emotional investment in the hobby of TV watching for such technological debates to warrant any significant degree of discussion, so I readily acquiesced. In no time at all there was a compact satellite installed above the southeast corner of the garage, pointing due south so as to effectively receive all those superior satellite transmissions.
Years went by and the only big change I can honestly admit to noticing was that I wrote a check for a slightly higher amount than I’d previously paid out for cable each month. During the months when the TV package included special sporting feeds, that invoice crept higher. I remained unimpressed.
Amidst regular diatribes on the superiority of satellite television and its positive impact on society in general, I remained respectfully silent. (My grandmother was a great fan of the phrase, “If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all.” She was a rather quiet woman). Anyway…
Eventually the day came, five years or so after satellite TV became a regular part of our family, that we invested in a new television. This larger (36 inch) model with its LCD panel and high definition capabilities is entirely a different species from the 19 inch vintage television that had not done justice to the wonders of satellite TV reception.