Sunday Morning

It all started about 17 years ago at Grandma's house on a Sunday morning. I walked down stairs and Grandma was in the kitchen watching CBS's Sunday Morning program while eating her cereal. Something drew me in about the way all the stories were crafted like a grandparent telling their grandchildren what life was like in the 40's. The news was never really depressing, like what you see on CNN.

When Pope John Paul II died they played a piece with Charles Osgood touring the Papal Palace, talking about the small nation of employees that work there. They showed the Pope-mobile, a vintage car about 50 years old. It ended with Charles Osgood trying to charm the pope into givein a rare interview. In the end the Pope John-Paul charmed the reporter, thanked him for visiting and left to do his papal duties.

The show has become the center of tv culture for me. A real gem among the all the other junk that producers put on tv to pander to us. As I write this I havc realized that I am now watching Hollowmen on Comedy Central. Now my sense enlightenment has wained in the glow of a bunch of breast and fart jokes.