I bought a new TV, finally buying one that wasn’t the cheapest of the bunch. I waited until dusk to try it out, holding to a no-TV-before-dark rule that I usually don’t break for anything but the World Series, an occasional NFL playoff, impeachments, insurrections and invasions.
I tried out the Olympics and Longmire. The picture quality is amazing. I didn’t have to squint to guess that the monolith between Walt and Mathias is Black Mesa, near San Ildefonso Pueblo. (Please let me know if I’m wrong, Johnnie Martinez).
So, all is fine and dandy. But I was reminded on my walk this morning of views still sharper.