When I was a kid growing up in the 1970’s, a time before remote controls and only 4 stations on your television, I thought Labor Day meant the Jerry Lewis Muscular Dystrophy Telethon. That seemed to be what everyone did. We sat around waiting for Jerry to cry once they reached their goal that year. A lot has changed since the seventies. Now the telethon has to compete with a gazillion stations for attention. Not …
