I swore off TV for a whole week during my family’s recent seven-day vacation to Florida.
Not even Pat Sajak riding off into retirement from “Wheel of Fortune” could coax me out of my flat-screen boycott.
In the scope of human self-restraint, this barely registers, but it meant something to me. Outside of summer camps as a teenager and a Caribbean cruise or two, I have almost never gone a whole week without television.
We baby boomers and Gen X’ers are probably the last generations to be marinated in TV content. A reasonable timeline of my life can be traced like this: “Captain Kangaroo,” “Gilligan’s Island,” “All in the Family,” “Cheers,” “Seinfeld,” “American Idol,” “Mad Men,” “Succession.”