dream ranch

blue sky, black coffee

I’m burned out on TV.

America’s Cup, then “Breaking Bad.” The screen can’t take this much of my time.

I want to get my feet back on real ground, focus on a long, blue horizon.

Back to books and babbling to the dog.

I need a break before the World Series and the National Finals Rodeo. I’m not sure I’ll be recovered even by then.

I’m afraid the zealotry of Congress is still going to demand my attention, but I can at least read about it instead of watch.

And I’m afraid Congress is real — not fiction, not sport.

Meanwhile, my friend Larry Calloway has been off on a real road trip, not watching TV, way ahead of me as usual. Here is his report:  “The Grass and God in America.”