1963

I sat on the couch and my grandmother sat in her recliner. We were watching, The Rifleman, on her black and white. It was her favorite program outside of Divorce Court. My aunts could not convince her that the couples in Divorce Court were actors. She would become quite upset at the drama sometimes, shaking her hand at the television and slipping into Slovene when English could not express the emotions the program evinced. My aunt insisted on buying the television, since my…