It premiered for my Chicago-adjacent ass in September of 1981, featuring pixel graphics that were top flight at the time. Sports, weather, and news were all there to be regaled. All the news that's fit to read on your television screen in the wee hours of the morning. There may not have been a CNN to dial up at the time, but goddamn if I didn't have Nite Owl to keep my young ass informed.
Apparently Nite Owl was huge in the UK, but not so much here stateside. Really, consider this: I had spent most of a Saturday night watching something akin to comedy reruns, maybe Saturday Night Live, some SCTV, Don Kirshner's rock concert, and whatever late-night rocka-rolla I could find. For a youngster who had immersed himself in all that, Nite Owl's content mixture was probably about the best wind-down that could be imagined.
Until bopping around on YouTube, I had forgotten about this little piece of my mind's history. I mean, it was buried. Take a peek, seriously. This shit was addicting and soothing as fuck.
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