There is something about driving along the back roads that reminds me of many of my best memories. takes me back to when as a family we went on "Sunday drives" , us kids sitting in the back seat, this was long before seatbelts, looking out the windows for house we thought were where from the Civil War era. See we did learn something in school, however we chose to translate it into our much more modern lives. We considered ourselves very modern because we had a TV. Not that there was always programming in those days, watching the test pattern, and drinking KoolAide out of colorful tin tumblers, the KoolAide really didn't taste all that good either, much better from a glass. and there we would sit with out tiny TV, the only one in the neighborhood! Drinking metallic tasting Kool Aid and may-be some Lorna Dunes { a type of mass produce shortbread cookie} watching the RCA Indian Head test screen. As engrossed it the tiny screen 
Until Buffalo Bob and Clarabell the clown opened the Howdy Doody Show....and i digress, and confess i never really .liked it. but i watched it with my siblings anyway.
, The local news was on afterwards and it was dull and exciting at the same time. There was a big world out there and i wanted to see it all, well sorta i was scared by the news also. Then the screen would usually go gray, for awhile then perhaps Arthur Murry's dance Studio or a western would be on later on that night. One very neat thing i recall was that every night. Not that we should have been awake at 12PM. the TV said good night and signed off until morning.
"This concludes our broadcast day. Channel [Station Number] now leaves the air until [Morning Time] tomorrow morning. We operate on a frequency of [Frequency] megacycles, by authority of the Federal Communications Commission. On behalf of the management and staff, we wish you a very pleasant tomorrow. And so, from all of us, a very sincere good night, folks."
i recall that the screen then became grey and made a sound like frying chicken.
