I love coming back to my hometown for a reality check every now and then around the adoption of wireless services. (At the holidays, I blogged about my parents keeping a phone book in their car in case they need to look up a phone number.) This might be better.
I land at Cleveland Hopkins at about 1pm EST on Friday afternoon. Jump in a cab. I hear the distinctive sounds of a soap opera coming from the front seat of the taxi. I peer around the passenger seat to look for the origin of the voices. There is a 13" color TV sitting in the passenger seat. The screen faces the driver. Antenna is taped to the windshield. It's really perfect.
The cab driver told me that he uses it to keep up on news. I haven't watched many soap opera TV programs in my life, but what I heard sounded a lot more like General Hospital.