History has the ability .... ...to transport us to another time and place--including our own past. The recent docu-series on serial killer Ted Bundy transported me instantly back to my days at Florida State University and his reign of terror in Tallahassee. Michael and I were in our first . . .
Ok, I'll admit. We don't yet have a car with keyless ignition. And so rarely do I rent a car these days that I'd never driven a car with a keyless ignition before. Until Famous Girlfriend and I went to Montana. Well, that's not true. Once in a while I'm Designated Driver for friends who have a . . .
Oh, I know, I know. We are supposed to keep our refrigerators clutter-free so that our kitchen looks organized. Maybe a few family photos, but that's it. But that's NOT it, not for me. Although I am probably going to shift its stuff to my file cabinet in my office once our new kitchen is . . .
What ever happened to nuances? Those shades of meaning, sometimes subtle, that lead an audience to a point? They're gone. Poof! Mostly disappeared without a trace. Well, that's not exactly true. They're still there. But no one pays attention. Not any more. People don't respond to nuances any . . .
We've got some time on our hands. More than we ever used to. Time that M and I now spend fiddling with our various remotes. Cable, Roku, DVR--they're a time suck. Plus, we don't like many of the same movies or programs. So we're flying solo. Riley is always pointing out that I spend too much . . .