Every year around now, I shift into a ruthless spring-cleaning mode, and my family starts to hate me.
They worry that — during my fierce, unyielding assault on clutter — I will dispose of an item, or items, they hold dear. Ferocious tug-of-wars are waged over books and memorabilia and pieces of clothing. Things can get ugly.
But my philosophy is steadfast: If you’re not using something on at least a fairly consistent basis, GET RID OF IT. Don’t allow it to keep hogging valuable space in closets and on shelves and counters.
It occurs to me that we need to take the same spring-cleaning approach with television.