One memory... during the fall of 77 and winter of 78, I was living in a house with a number of female friends. There were a lot of silly habits we shared; I think today they would be called memes, but "ad hoc traditions" might be a better description. Each weekday as news time approached, someone would bellow out, "It's time for Walter!" and people would trundle in from around the house to watch the news on a miserable old television, in a cramped, but cozy, living room. Nostalgia is comforting and stinging at the same time.
And that's the way it was.
1 comment:
a big piece of true journalism is now gone
and we have beck and hannity to carry on
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