My sainted wife turns on the TV first thing in the morning. Not for anything specific, like a favorite episode of the Rockford Files or Murder, She Wrote, just to turn on the TV.
And New York news comes on. Who can possibly give a crap about shootings in Queens? Well, not me! I turn on MY TV and watch a soothing episode of Poirot. I sip coffee. My day awakens.
I spit on New York. And their invented "news."
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