Waiting for Sim: Christmas Eves With the Definitive Scrooge
by Michael MandavilleWhen growing up in Los Angeles, a singular delight was getting the TV Guide in the Sunday paper and scouring it, pen in hand. My movie search. In the sixties, Los Angeles had the greatest number of TV channels in any city: 2-4-5-7-9-11-13. In trips to San Diego, the Mid-West or anywhere else, you’d be lucky to get two, maybe three channels. And not very good ones.

Some years ago, my daughter asked: “…so in the olden times, Dad, when did you see movies?” Hmmmm. Olden times. As if the wheel, the pen, writing, music, and entertainment were invented with her generation. I explained that there were two places to see movies. Theaters and Television. That was it. No DVD, VHS, iPod, or Hulu.com. My TV Guide search was essential to find the right movies and straighten out my schedule for the week by circling and grading the films. After all, if a movie came on at 11 p.m., you’d be up for two hours to “The End.”
But each week, when I got the TV Guide in my young hands, it was like opening a present. Before the internet, I explained to my daughter, we had this ancient forum called a “library” where you could get books on movies and famous actors.






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