This morning, I heard the death knell for traditional broadcast television.
My 6-year-old, Marissa, woke up called me to the living room. “Daddy, can I watch TV?”
“Sure,” I said, reaching for the remote control.
“No, not that TV,” she said, “This TV.” She held up the iPad, which the kids have been using to watch Charlie the Unicorn.
To Marissa, all screens are the same. Traditional broadcasters should be quaking in their boots.