1958 we came back from formosa without any household goods. left everything behind. we were a sears and roebuck family (revolving credit, easy terms). we got a b/w sears silvertone console tv and when connected to the rabbit ears and turned on- there was nothing. just hash on the screen and a hiss from the speaker. dad fiddled with it a long time, cussing. now, you'd think him having gone through the signal school at fort monmouth, having to build radios, diagnose problems and service them that he'd have some idea as to what the problem might be. to his credit (or debit) he didn't have any diagnostic tools- no voltmeter, no tube tester, no continuity checker, nothing. well, he was not a happy camper. called a radio/tv serviceman to come fix it. i thought he was the coolest thing- and he was. he was probably more important than the mayor. he was our contact to the rest of the world. he fusses with it for a while, running tests. finally he says there's nothing wrong with it (an honest man). my folks looked at him like he'd grown a third eye. 'then why don't we get a picture?' 'oh. well, we don't get tv out here. we're out of range'. so there it sat, gathering dust for two years until we transferred to a more populated area.