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Why do I remember these things? I must have been an
 
embryo or something, or else very very little. The 
TV both fascinated me (it was a magic box that was just about 
the only thing that could pry me out of boredom) and scared 
the living bejeezus out of me cuz every so often, there 
would be a Test of the Emergency Broadcasting System, with 
a terse-sounding announcer coming on to say, "This is 
ONLY a test". There would be this Godawful official- 
looking logo on that said CD, probably for Civil Defense, 
then for half a minute or so there would be this BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO 
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP 
sound that gave me nightmares. I would literally wake 
up screaming,my head dripping with sweat. This "only a 
test" stuff, routine as it was supposed to be, seemed to 
escalate at certain times, which I new see coincided with 
things like the Cuban Missile Crisis. My brother "played 
war" all the time,which was no doubt his way of coping 
with it all, but too often I was the one playing the 
prisoner, further stoking my tiny paranoia.
 
 
 
 
 
 
But this, this - I really thought I had dreamed 
this! My TV was always doing strange things, like 
cancelling Howdy Doody, flipping like crazy, or refusing 
to broadcast anything but a tiny dot of light so 
that the TV repairman had to come over and replace the 
picture tube. 
 
But this was even more bizarre. An announcer 
would come on - God, how far back I must dig to 
retrieve this one! Anyway, an announcer would come on, 
and as he talked a picture would come on of, say, 
a scene in Hawaii with palm trees swishing 
around, and around the border of the shot would 
be a strobing, flashing pattern. The announcer 
 would say, "Do you see color on your TV?" 
(I guess assuming no one had color TV at that point, 
maybe because it was 1958).
 
 
 
 
 
I don't know if I saw color, but the flashing, 
strobing patterns and the stupid meaningless 
Hawaii scene scared me almost as much as the announcer, 
whom I was sure was THE SAME GUY who did those 
Civil Defense announcements. 
 
 
Now I find these two posts from science forums 
(note, one of them would not post because it turned 
completely transparent on the page - heh-heh, no 
ghosts here - so  attempted to re-paste it in color,, and 
good luck reading it), you know the type, done by guys 
with glasses held together with tape, and they're saying, 
maybe it was real. But everyone has the same feeling: I 
probably imagined this, it probably didn't happen. 
There is even a sense of embarrassment about it: it 
must've been a joke, I was fooled, I made it up! The 
memory always seems to be hazy and there is a weird 
feeling of unreality, even isolation.
 
We got all the Detroit channels, so the
 
mention of "outside of Detroit" (if you can read 
it) seems significant. They were always doing 
weird things in Detroit, like rioting and broadcasting 
Poopdeck Paul and Milky the Clown. Now at least I know 
I'm not completely insane to remember this.
 
 
 
 
 
I wonder what they proposed to do: frame
 
the black-and-white shows with dancing borders 
of flashing color? Sounds like about as much 
fun as having a migraine to me. I think maybe I did make 
this up. Or maybe the memory was implanted telepathically into 
several thousand brains by evil Russian scientists:
 
 
 
 
"This is only a test." 
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