Technology: Parents just don't understand

My parents, James and Arlene Hermon are hard workers. They are far from rich, but live a very comfortable lifestyle; after all they deserve it.

My father has worked for the same factor in La Mirada for the last 40 years and my mothers has been at Paul Hastings Law Firm in Downtown L.A. for the past 35 years.

They have always taught me to work hard so that you can play harder at the appropriate time.

Growing up as a youngster, and their only child, I reaped many of the benefits or their hard labor.

I remember my first game console they purchased for me, the original Sega Genesis, when I was 6-years-old; I was the only kid in the neighborhood with one for months.

My parents has always had a niche for the latest technology, but as I got older, I began to notice that, although they continue to purchase cutting-edge technology, they were becoming less tech savvy.

On a recent visit home, I discovered that my parents purchased a 72-inch, wall-to-wall plasma television for the family room.

What was the motivation behind this purchase, I asked.

“We wanted to do something new around the house, just change things up a little before we having the family over for Christmas,” she said.

I thought to myself, little?

That of slab plastic and glass that you are calling a television is massive.

I proceeded to ask my father if he need any help with the wiring and he responded, almost instantly.

“No, son, I’ll be fine, go ahead and relax,” he said.

My mom stood a slight distance behind him with the instruction manual and a flashlight, just in case he may need it.

She’s always been very supportive.

I thought it was interesting, considering that this was coming from the say guy that had me to add the same three numbers (my mom’s, my cell and his mother’s) to his android’s contacts just two months ago.

I walked back into the den, which was my former bedroom, it has the same feeling and even the same sent of clean linen that always reminds me of home.

After channel surfing for no long than 60 seconds, I hear a loud piercing sound coming from the family room, so I jump up and run over.

Once there I saw my mother franticly pasting back and forth with the manual still in one hand the flashlight in the other attempting to cover her ears to block out the sound.

My father was kneeling near the surround sound system as if it was going to speak to he and tell him what the problem was, he eyes were squinted, which suggested that he too was also bothered by the deafening sound of white noise.

After taking several mental pictures of this debauchery, I walked over to the surround sound system and turned the power off and proceed to change the television’s setting from cable to AV1, which established the Direct TV connection my dad spent more than two hours searching for.

My mom turned over to my dad and said, “maybe you should have taken him up on his offer to help after all.”