When I was young, I spent a lot of time with my grandparents. Watching the news with them was not dull. When the news anchor said something my grandparents didn’t like, they talked to them. Argued with them. Yelled at them. My Granny would point her figure at the television and give them a good telling off. My grandparents weren’t mere spectators, they were participants.
The nightly news craze was something I grew accustomed to; but I decided I would never resort to yelling at newscasters.
I have kept my promise concerning the yelling, but I must admit to commenting on practically everything they say. Whether I agree or not, I feel it is my duty to add my two cents. As if they hear me. As if they would care if they could hear me.
News was not a spectator sport for my grandparents, and now they are gone so I assume the baton has been passed to me. No more yelling or finger wagging, but plenty of participation.
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