When we moved into the last house where the whole family was still together, the instant I saw a Antenna Rotor sitting in a corner of the Living Room, I hooked up my little B&W TV and proceeded to find out what stations I could get, leaving the rest of the family to lug stuff in. Unfortunately, some years later, a storm destroyed the Antenna Tower and dad never replaced it. Goodbye all my non-local stations!
For a few Summers, my work tried 4 9-Hour days, then a half-day on Friday. We loved it! After the first week of that, we all went to a movie when we left work that Friday…
I was three hours old two times! ☺