Magness, a sly Texan in the Ross Perot mold, had started out with 700 customers in Memphis, Tex. in 1956, back when operators pulled TV signals free from the sky and pumped them into markets too puny for broadcasters or bureaucrats to bother with.
The three of us were the only ones in the bedroom and were mesmerized before the TV screen, watching King's face and listening to his powerful and prophetic final speech in Memphis, Tennessee.