In 1964, my brother Carl received a black and white portable tv as a Bar Mitzvah gift. One year later, it was appropriated for use in our kitchen to watch the CBS Evening News with Walter Cronkite.

My mother used to say, “Life is all about memories.” Now that I am well into my 60s, I appreciate her philosophy more with each passing day. Trouble is that if left to their own devices, memories fade away.