I ran around today trying to get a couple of televisions hooked up with bootleg antennas. The internet connection had been balky, and there were not enough seats for everyone in the auditorium.

Masking tape and speaker wire and a bit of luck combined to get a couple of TVs, relics of the 20th century, fired up for the day. No freezes, no glitches.

One of my students shrieked when she saw the television--she was going to see it after all.

The picture was a bit fuzzy, but no one complained.

President Barack Hussein Obama means a lot of things to a lot of people--but for a class of the lowest level freshmen in a town that borders one of nation's most devastated cities, he meant hope.

Please, President Obama, don't let these kids down.

Ironically I was one of the leading protesters against Channel One in our school, and we won.
Leslie reminded that we would have had an easy way to broadcast
the inauguration had I left it alone.