When I was young(er), my Boston-based family would occasionally shlep out to Connecticut to visit my great-grandmother in her old age home.
These excursions were annoying and generally unremarkable, but I do have one very specific memory of those trips: watching whatever soap opera happened to be playing on the big TV in the old folks’ communal dining center.My parents are Ultra-Orthodox Jews who very rarely allowed my siblings and I to watch movies or TV of any sort, so whenever an opportunity would arise to take in a few minutes of precious #content, I would jump at the chance — no matter what it was.
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