What to do. I heard thunder, saw some lightning. I'd finished the New York Times Crossword, wrapped up our State Tax Return, and was pretty much finished looking through the newspapers.The TV was on and I was sick of the news, clicked through the channels, and stopped when I heard music.
It was Garth Brooks in some award show. I'd missed the beginning so wasn't sure if the show was a rebroadcast or what, as is common on PBS. I was getting ready to go to bed, was almost finished with the papers, but Garth Brooks was a favorite of Dorothy's, and he is a most compelling performer, in spite of, or more likely because, he is rather crazy. So I watched, or listened, rifling through the newspapers., and getting sadder with each song.
Every once in a while, I caught a glimpse of the audience; they were senior citizens, as expected, of well-to-do appearance. I happened to look at the screen during one of the songs where the audience joined in. There clad in a rose-colored dress, on her feet, and joining in song, was a familiar face--Nancy Pelosi, grooving to American Pie.
Once I realized what the function was and where it was located, it was a kind of Where's Waldo situation, recognizing a lot of political beings. I spotted Congressman Jim Jordan, and somebody who looked a lot like Paul Tonko, but I can't be certain.
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