I can still remember the phone call. The nursing home receptionist on the other end of the line was initially confused by my request. “Mam, could you or someone else turn the television in my grandfather’s room to the Oklahoma/Colorado game?” I asked patiently. The date was September 29th, 2007.
“You don’t understand, my grandfather needs to see this,” I pleaded, a little less patiently. “What channel?” she inquired. I was living in Charlotte, North Carolina at the time. My grandfather in a senior living home in Springfield, Missouri. The channels were different, but I was prepared for that question.