20081004

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In the van, on the way to work every day, I drive over a bridge which crosses an inlet between the ocean and the bay. The sun is generally coming up and there are 40 shades of silver. On this particular day the voice from the radio is saying that viewing was seriously down for premier week on the networks. From my mouth fall the words: “They’re all watching online.”
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