I suppose it was just happenstance that the two rounds of congressional hearings digging into the malfeasance of Richard Nixon took place mostly when I was not in school. So, instead of game shows and cartoons, teenage me immersed himself in gavel-to-gavel coverage of the fall of a president.
I was already interested in the news and in national politics, and in those days both of those were consumed by the Watergate scandal and the long, slow decline of Nixon.
At my house, my mother and I spent so much time watching the hearings that we started saying thinks like “I ask unanimous consent that we have ice cream,” or “Will the gentleman yield the remote control?