I grew up in an isolated patch of desolation downstream (Columbia River) of the Wallula Gap at the Southern edge of the Scablands. We didn't own a television so I made a point of visiting our rich neighbors to watch Chet Huntley and David Brinkley, and Walter Cronkite as often as possible. Ignorant of social grace (I was in the third grade.), I would decline their offers to dine, absorb what I could understand, then steal away into the night.