|From 30 Days|
Dear Talking Heads,
I am happy to say, I don’t miss you. Not one bit. In fact, life has actually been much better without you around.
About a year ago, the standard operating procedure was for the wife and I to get up in the morning, make a cup of coffee and turn on the local morning news before we went to work.
Only problem is, over time, it became less and less news and more and more gossip and advertising parading around as news.
Eventually, we just couldn’t stand it. Too many anxiety stories about murder and death and taxes and too much fluff about where we could get a ‘great’ deal on an ice cream cone or a Starbucks, if we rushed off somewhere.
Eventually, we found ourselves wading through 20 minutes of this crap just to hear the weather report. We finally had enough and pulled the plug. Literally, I yanked the cable out of the television and you were gone.
And you know what? We don’t miss you a bit. In fact, life is wonderful these days. There are homicides, and riots and roll-over accidents that have happened in this town that we have no knowledge of and life is still good. In fact, it is actually better.
Hope you are doing well, and that your viewership hasn’t declined to much. Well, truthfully, I hope it has. Because like the architect Frank Lloyd Wright once said, “Television is like chewing gum for the eyes.”