We moved into a new house last weekend. We had to decide whether or not to mount our TVs on the wall. It I was not the most monumental decision. But neither is where to put the espresso spoons. The choice still has to be made. We ended up mounting the TVs in the living room and the bedroom, though I have to get used to it. It feels a little like I am in a hotel or hospital room. My father was actually an innovator when it came to mounting televisions. In the 1960s, I don't remember exactly when, we got our first color TV. He cut a rectangular hole in the wall in the den. Behind that wall was a closet. He mounted the TV on a shelf in the closet. From the den, the television set looked flush against the wall. The Bernsteins, ahead of its time.