Growing up, my family took our annual trek to my grandparent's home in Fort Blackmore, Virginia. My grandfather was a no-nonsense kind of guy who liked control.
He had full control over his prized possession, the ancient black box known as the television. The knobs to turn on and change the tv channels had been broken off for years. No one in the house touched that television except for my grandfather.
What was the point? In my eyes, the tv was broken, but we all knew my grandfather had the secret to the magic box.
