Most Monday nights we are in front of the tube, mesmerized by the “Antiques Road Show.”
“Look at the piece of junk!’’ my husband exclaims.
“Don’t just sit there. Get down to the basement and start looking!’’ I reply.
One recent Monday night was different.
Oh sure, there were some “antiques’’ involved. They were the thousands of middle-aged people like us, dancing and rockin’ out in a big public arena.