Death Valley Days The TV was straight ahead. In my hand was the remote control. I was pretending it was a gun. A person flashed across the screen. I pressed a button, shooting him dead. Another face appeared. There were twelve buttons on the remote control. I pressed them one after the other. Oprah Winfrey. “Bang! You’re dead.” Family Feud. “Bang! Bang! Bang!” Vanna White. “Bang! Gotcha.” I had won the TV in a raffle six days ago. I had … →