It’s a busy day here, but I thought I’d share:

My grandfather once bought a color TV off the back of a truck. Literally off the back of a truck. I was 2 at the time, but I remember it somewhat clearly.

The TV had problems. The reception was great, but the color was all messed up - it was purple in some places, yellow in others. Bright, vivid colors, yes, but the colors didn’t move all that much. They only seemed appropriate when we were watching shows that constantly featured grapes in the upper left portion of the screen. Or assorted cheeses along the right hand side. This was before cable, so there really weren’t that many programs that fit this description.

Upon closer investigation by some member of my family (I don’t remember who), it turned out that there was a perfectly-fitted colorful plastic overlay on the screen. Yes, the color TV that my grandfather had bought at a bargain price turned out to be a black-and-white TV that he paid far too much for. I may be making this up, but I seem to remember him being amused and even impressed by the whole thing - he’d been a salesman himself, allegedly once selling a New York apartment that featured a toilet in the center of the living room. Legend has it that he was as surprised as the prospective buyers by the rogue plumbing fixture, but that he’d thought on his feet, assured the young couple that it was a trendy “Hollywood toilet,” and closed the deal. So he really appreciated a good, clean con.

My grandfather died not long after that, and my grandmother moved into a smaller place that had no need of a second television, which is why that “bargain” TV is such a shadowy memory. But I definitely remember sitting in their den, watching the black-and-white TV rather than the genuine color unit that sat in the living room. Occasionally someone would put the plastic overlay on the screen - it was presented sort of ruefully, as an amusing curiosity that carried an important lesson: My grandfather had been promised a color TV on the cheap, and instead he’d gotten …this. It wasn’t completely unusable, so he was honor-bound to keep it. But it was also a living reminder of a big swindle.

What I’m saying is: I think I know how Tony Blair feels visiting Baghdad today.