We haven’t quite licked the signal coming into our house (and the promised visit by the cable guy(s)), but M.’s new TV is up and running.

My M., my boy-o, my striving, huddled mass yearning to breathe free man is turning into his company’s employee of the year. They had a contest and when they announced the prize was a 47-inch flat screen, high def, state of the art, all up in the modern times television set.

He’s a winner. No joke here. Just the truth.