As I was flying back to Toronto from Calgary late last night I had the opportunity to watch a bit of television on the plane. I should probably explain that I currently live in a home that has no television and so on the odd occasion that I am sitting in front of one I sometimes do some serious channel surfing to see what I am missing these days… and I have to admit the thought that came to mind was, “Not much.”
I am old enough to vaguely remember when my family got its first television in the 1960s. It was a black and white unit with speakers and the whole thing was the size of a piano (I know. I said I’m old…). I
also recall when my parents decided to upgrade from that first TV to a colour unit with something called stereo. Growing up in North Bay, Ontario our family was the definition of Canadian middle class in that our father was a high school vice principal and our mother stayed at home to raise the family. We did not lack for anything but our parents were also wise enough to know that they should not give us everything we wanted and, of course, thought we needed. Our parents also taught us to save our money for those extra special things on our ‘gotta have’ lists as children because they wanted to instill in us a pride of ownership and hard work. I remember the purchase of that colour television was a special event for our family that we all celebrated. Our household did not necessarily promote watching television but nor was it dissuaded. In order to get permission to watch TV we had to get our homework done and we were often forced to play outside (the insanity!) before we were allowed to sit down in front of the TV and turn our minds off. Now that I am older I am thankful my parents did not give in to our incessant whining.
So there I sat on the plane last night flipping from channel to channel and the thought that came to mind was, “This is noise.” For example, I watched a news channel and listened as the host droned on about some
inane mental pap to fill air and realized after a few moments that the thing I most value now that I am older is not the opportunity to watch a false perception of life on a TV screen but rather to get off my butt and experience it myself. I guess it is the adult version of going out to play (thanks Mom!). Having now gone over a year without watching television on a regular basis I am astonished that I actually watched it in the first place. The old adage “You don’t know what you have got until it is gone” certainly works both ways… So I turned it off.
We have so much coming at us on a 24/7 basis that being able to sit and listen to nothing was a welcome break in my day. And the thought that quickly then came to mind was, “I am looking forward to casting a dry fly to a rising trout on a quiet early morning this spring on the Grand River.”
You know, I like fly fishing because there isn’t any noise…



