Growing up we did not have a TV in our home. My father was just too cheap to spend the money for something as frivolous as TV, so he bought comic books to read. “Books,” he often said to us, “are better than watching some silly TV program.” They were also cheaper.
Then one day something happened that changed everything. On November 22, 1963, the president of the United States, John Fitzgerald Kennedy, was assassinated. The next day my father went out and bought our first TV set.
Then everything changed in our home.
Our father stayed on top of all the stories connected with the president’s assassination. It was a sad time for our country.
My siblings and I were introduced to a phenomenon called cartoons. Now, I had a large collection of comic books which, if I had today and I could sell them and become a very rich man. However, a TV cartoon was something altogether different. It took us a long time to realize those cartoon characters were just that and not real people. To us, they were as real as real got.