It was a 7 inch tv set.
Okay, so I'm not proud of it, okay?
I mean, just having the dumb thing in the same room simply as background became mind numbing after awhile. I mean, how anybody could be glued to something so lacking in maturity or artistry, hour after hour after ...
I'm sure you get the point.
And it was cool to tell people "I don't own a television set."
But I miss being an observer of world events, no matter how slanted the viewpoint is presented.
I miss politics, the whole business of spin city.
And I miss seeing the very rare true talent in art or literature that is fleetingly portrayed in sound bite filler on dull news days.
And so, Memphis, if you want to come over and watch tv sometime, feel free to do so - even bring along your beer drinking world traveling buddy.
Kick off your shoes and enjoy.
(You'll find the set stored in my sock drawer, along with a few old Playboys and a pack or two of M&M's.
j
3 comments:
Hands off the M&M's. I call dibs.
Weren't you Miss March in 1977?
Close. I was Miss Matched.
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