That’s the way it’s working out around here, anyway. It would seem that I’ve broken the morning-news habit, at least as far as TV goes. I do enjoy listening to certain radio stations over my beloved iPad–maybe because it reminds me of my childhood. Our family had TV, in the latter part of the fifties, anyway, but it wasn’t so in-your-face as it is now. There were only three channels to choose from, after all, and a fourth that was always too snowy to watch. In the early morning, folks switched on the tabletop radio, made of luxurious post-War plastic (I remember being fascinated by the design of the dial, which had diamond-shaped indents), and took in the ‘farm report’, the weather forecast, and other useful information. How the world has changed, between livingroom radios the size of cabinets, and the iPod nano,which is no larger than a watch face. Makes a person wonder what’s next, doesn’t it? The dreary weather continues, but I’m feeling pretty good, and eager to write. Today’s recommended book is “The Paris Wife”, by Paula McLain. It’s a novel about Hemingway’s first marriage, the wild years in Europe, etc. It is so beautifully written, and so compelling, that I’m tempted to listen to it all over again. In short, I loved it. I made chicken soup yesterday, instead of split pea. It’s good for what ails you, that stuff. That’s the news, my friends. Tune in tomorrow.
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