There was a knock on my front door. This usually means trouble, which is why Mrs. King’s dog goes nuts, barking and barking and barking. As I squeezed out the front door so the dog couldn’t get out, what to my wondering eyes should appear but two young ladies.
I think they are called show runners. Do not take my word for it. I know nothing about show business. My trade is inn keeping.
Some new renovation show is going to be on HGTV. I do not remember any details. I do not watch television. People take pictures of the house all the time.
So, what they are filming in front of my house? It seems to be a family walking down Esplanade Avenue eating sno-balls. They are talking about colorful houses. Guess where they should happen to wander by? I wouldn’t say it is staged. There seems to be no script—reality TV? I do not know. I do not watch television except in closed-caption over the bar, which I really pay no attention to.
To me, television is visual wallpaper.
I am at Liuzza’s-by-the-Track today. The television that I always sit next to if off. I am not complaining. In fact, I just looked up to see what is on (I have been here two hours) and only just now know that the television is blank and dead. R.I.P.
Chicken Lady tells me that she has watched a lot of HGTV this past month. I told her to stay tuned. If I learn the name of the show, I will let both her and you know.
Now, I have to slip behind the paywall to talk about Liuzza’s-by-the-Track.