One of my happiest memories as a kid is staying up late to watch Saturday Night Live on this old black-and-white TV that I’d actually found in the trash area of my building and had convinced my parents to let me keep in my room. There was something so magical and exciting about when the show would start, and the theme music would play over that cool, New Yorky montage of the cast. It made me feel really hip and alive, like I was part of a cool club.
