I just drove by a television left out by the road for free.  Yes, it had rabbit ears, precariously perched atop its square flat head.  And, yes, it had two knobs, just two. They look plastic, and I can almost hear the clicking sound they make as you turn them with all the strength you can muster up between your thumb and index finger. My guess is that there are no outlets or ports for any additional cables, no buttons for pushing, no nothing.

            I imagine this television to smell like cigar or cigarette smoke from years of being in the rec room in the basement.  It must be lonely and in shock out here in the fresh air and sunlight, perhaps longing for its family of orange vinyl furniture set that it was ripped away from. 

            I have passed by this television 4 days in a row now.  I believe its owner who evicted it out here to the curb was hoping for it to be lovingly adopted.  But, for what?  Would it even be compatible with modern technology, with current electrical standards? Would the three channels it might get be enough to keep its new family connected and engaged?  Perhaps it would make a humorous YouTube video with the older version of Elvis shooting at it with a Nerf dart gun or a Supersoaker water gun .  

            I digress.  But, Ole’ rabbit ears here in this man’s front yard is a digression, a digression from reality. I find myself hoping he takes Ole’ rabbit ears back in his home, back where it belongs, and keeps it there, forever.