TV-less in La La Land I am. When I mention this to casual acquaintances, I get a look of sympathy greater than the look I received during my first two winters on my own as a teenager when work mates or others discovered that I was getting by with holes in the bottoms of my shoes. In those days I wrapped my socked feet in plastic to get around, drawing up liquid from the slush like a walking sponge. Still, people in Milwaukee in that long-ago time on the cusp of the Carter and Reagan administrations... read more