I don’t recount this story to trumpet my triumph. I recount it to trumpet my initial failures, despite all due diligence, and perhaps to provide support and a public service to my brother ignoramuses. It must be easy to go awry however hard you try. The black cloud at the end of the story is the imponderable question of how many people out there, lacking the standards or the stick-to-itiveness, simply “get used to” or “don’t notice” a stretched and squashed image, how many in dissatisfaction consciously or unconsciously drift away from DVDs of old movies, how many confine themselves solely to the wide-screen window. How many?