The Shoebox Mystery
Has this ever happened to you? You’re watching your favorite program and the TV dies?
On Sunday afternoon, I was watching my hero, Sherlock Holmes, in the movie The Hound of the Baskervilles. It starred Basil Rathbone and like many of the old time pictures, it was filmed in black and white and extra spooky.
With my orange juice and popcorn nearby, I had the living room lights off and the curtains drawn because the darkness makes it feel like the inside of a movie theater. Suddenly, the TV went nuts with a gazillion zigzagging lines. I walked over and whacked its side and I heard an actor’s voice say Hello there! Hello there! Is something wrong?
The picture and actor then magically reappeared! My wife and I found him lying dead in Yew Alley face downward.
I’d seen the movie a hundred times, so I knew this was the lead up to Sir Charles Baskerville’s lifeless body being found in Yew Alley, but it still bugged me that I’d missed an important bit.
Our ancient TV is driving me crazy—sometimes it works, sometimes, not. It’s one of the old ones about half the size of a refrigerator. Dad said he almost got a hernia lugging it upstairs to our apartment.
“Hey, Mom. Can we get a new TV? Pleeeease! Ours is useless.”
Mom was working in the kitchen. “Only if you become rich and famous.”