The trails are like a soft couch, I settle in to a rhythm that only comes from years of watching lots of tv. I find my place and the episode unfolds, better than old happy days and the reruns of sanford and son more like the new show you want to see but haven't caught yet on dvr or tivo. Even if it's an old trail, new lines and jokes are there if you look and listen close enough. Rolling across the commuter path is rewarding but the point is made, no rubber stamps and no blanket amnesty.
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