I am 58 years old; old enough to remember the birth of Thirteen. Where else but Channel Thirteen could a Jersey guy growing alongside the Turnpike (Exit 12) hear about Andy Warhol, Truman Capote, Miles Davis, the NY Philharmonic, black history, Vietnam, Margaret Mead, etc. before anyone else in town. Watching 13 was sometimes like listening to someone else’s record collection. It was great to see what the “adults” were doing in the world. Thirteen always was, and still is, an eye- and ear-opening experience.