So, I was at my parent’s house this past weekend, and what do I find? (You've probably guessed) I find my Sony Watchman!!!!
I used to love my watchman! I mowed lawns for weeks (maybe months) to be
able to afford this thing.
Damn, I hope I didn't leave any batteries in it. 20 years of leaking
battery acid sure would suck...
I open it up. NO BATTERIES!!!
I grab four AA batteries. I power it up. The screen powers up and
waves to life... At the edge of my seat, I scroll the side dial
along the VHF wavelengths.... Wheel of Fortune comes to life before my
eyes on a 2inch by 2inch screen!
I think I might have shed a nostalgic tear...
I remember as a kid taking this thing on car trips, to the beach, I brought it
to school and Mr Dunton confiscated it in the sixth grade. I was so
pissed! He told me I could get it at the end of the day. When I
went to his classroom to get it he told me the batteries ran out! What an
So this is a bittersweet find for me. We are reunited, but for such a
short time. Soon antenna TV will no longer exist. I will enjoy my
watchman for as long as I can though. We'll have some good times.
The government is essentially euthanizing my Watchman... It should
probably get a last meal. I wish Richard Bay was still on TV.
That's what I would watch on it. Maybe I'll bring it to the beach, so it
can watch the Sunset on February 17th.
Why does it have to be so hard to say goodbye!?