And then I wrote...

by Dick Schilling, "Editor Emeritus"

... that there is an old adage to the effect that you should be careful what you wish for because it might happen.

For days I wished that television would cover something else besides the hurricane headed for Florida. The networks and weather channel sent reporters out into the worst weather conditions they could find, and they would stand there leaning into the wind in drenching rain and tell us what we could see, which they could have done just as well from inside the window they were just outside of.

And the predictions were dire, and it was (is) very bad, but one called it a rainfall “of Biblical proportions.” Presumably meaning that episode of Noah and his arc. Before man’s industrial revolution caused climate change, by the way!

All my complaining about TV coverage came to an end Sunday afternoon during the loss by the Cubs when my Mediacom television service abruptly ended. A call for a serviceman resulted in the news that it would be 10 days before one was available, which to me belies the word “service.”

So we shall see if I can go cold turkey and survive a week and a half without television and still remain sentient.

Worst of it is I won’t be able to see if the Cubs survive; how the Iowa football team fares, and will miss the PGA FedEx tournament

I won’t miss professional football. I had little interest before this year, and less now that a bunch of professional millionaires have decided to dishonor the American flag and its National Anthem.

Maybe the lack of TV has already had its effect.

In a weird dream last night, I heard a CNN reporter talking about future hurricanes “in the pipeline.” I don’t know their progress. No TV, you see.

Anyway this CNN reporter said she felt the nation (USA) should probably welcome hurricane Jose, because with that Hispanic name, it would probably fall under President Obama’s amnesty.

Not so with the other one, named Katia. With that Russian name, she said it was undoubtedly showing collusion between President Trump and the Russian premier in an effort to damage America.

And that in turn caused me to wonder about guilt associated now with what were formerly inoffensive terms. I had a friend who always ordered a black Russian as an after dinner drink. She probably would not dare to do that today. The terms “black” and “Russian” could be taken the wrong way.

Whimsical and far-fetched?

Maybe. Maybe not.