TELEVISION/DREAMS/AGING

           

TELEVISION HABITS

My television viewing before cable TV became available in Little Rock (September, 1981) was limited primarily to watching my favorite college and professional football teams, plus playoff games in other sports.  I seldom watched TV news or other scripted programs, preferring to read newsmagazines, the Arkansas Democrat, or The Wall Street Journal.  However, we signed up for cable television at our earliest opportunity, attracted by the increased viewing options offered – news/talk, nature, and “how to” shows, as well as more extensive sports programming.

In spite of cable’s broader offerings, my viewing increased little until riveting political events attracted my attention in the late ‘80s:

 

·         1987 Senate Judiciary Committee hearings on the appointment of Judge Robert Bork to the United States Supreme Court.

·         1987 hearings by the joint House/Senate committee investigating the Iran/Contra affair, featuring the interrogation of Colonel Oliver North about arms sales to Iran, the proceeds of which sales were used to finance operations of the “Contras” in their resistance to a communistic Nicaraguan dictatorship.

·         1991 Senate Judiciary Committee hearings on the appointment of Judge Clarence Thomas as replacement for Associate Justice Thurgood Marshall on the United States Supreme Court.

 

Those events were followed by the excitement of the 1992 presidential election cycle and ensuing Clinton administration scandals, punctuated by the nine-month 1994-95 trial, televised live, of football star/actor O.J. Simpson for the murder of (1) his estranged wife, Nicole, and (2) her friend, Ron Goldman.

Family responsibilities which kept me inside a lot in 1992 and 1994-96, much of the time in front of the tube, facilitated my becoming caught up in the excitement of news/talk shows and the live OJ “soap opera” trial:

 

·         I got hooked on CNN’s “CROSSFIRE” during our 1992 stay in Siloam Springs, helping Terry and Gregg while she was incapacitated by a deep-vein blood clot in her leg.  I missed few “CROSSFIRE” shows between February, 1992 and the 2004 presidential election.

·         My CNN-time increased in mid-1994, when Arlette and I started sharing in caring for my mother.  During the approximately two years before Mother entered institutional care, I spent many hours watching news/talk television as I sat in her recliner, within earshot of her bedroom.  Taking care of her wasn’t time-consuming, so I saw nearly all of the OJ trial, watched “BURDEN OF PROOF,” “CAPITAL GANG,” “CNN & CO.,” “CROSSFIRE,” “INSIDE POLITICS,” “LARRY KING LIVE,” and “TALKBACK LIVE” – all, except for “CAPITAL GANG,” daily news/talk shows.  Having become hooked on those shows while caring for my mother, I stayed hooked even after that responsibility ceased.  One by one, however, most of them have dropped off the air, “freeing” me from their captivity.  “BURDEN OF PROOF,” with Roger Cossack and Greta Van Susteren, began during the OJ trial, was sustained by the scandals of the Clinton administration, but died during the aftermath of the September 11, 2001 terrorist attacks, as did “TALKBACK LIVE.”  Mary Tillotson and her “CNN & CO.” disappeared after the Clinton administration ended (lack of excitement?).  “INSIDE POLITICS” and “LARRY KING LIVE” are still daily CNN staples, but I’ve watched neither since the 2004 presidential election.  “CAPITAL GANG” and “CROSSFIRE” were removed from CNN’S lineup in mid-2005.

·         CNBC began “EQUAL TIME” in 1993 to cover political matters.  “RIVERA LIVE” started during the OJ trial, as did the “CHARLES GRODIN SHOW;” both covered the trial and Clinton administration escapades.  “HARDBALL with Chris Matthews,” started at CNBC in 1997, primarily covering political issues.  The Grodin show didn’t make it through the Clinton administration, and “EQUAL TIME” lasted only a short time after Mr. Clinton left office.  “RIVERA LIVE” ended when Geraldo moved to Fox News Channel.  “HARDBALL with Chris Matthews” moved to MSNBC in 2002, and can still be seen; I watched the show regularly through the 2004 presidential election, but political struggles interest me less post-election.

 

I’ve referred to the OJ trial several times in preceding paragraphs.  Perhaps I should note for younger readers and those who might have lived in a remote cave, away from civilization during the O.J. Simpson trial, that he was accused of killing Nicole Brown Simpson and Ron Goldman outside her apartment late in the evening of June 12, 1994.  In spite of compelling circumstantial and DNA evidence, he was found “not guilty.”  I wasn’t as certain of his guilt as were most of my acquaintances, primarily because of Nicole’s unmelted ice cream found near midnight at the scene of the crime; that evidence would seem to have rendered impossible the prosecutors’ contention that the murders were committed about 10:15 PM, before O.J. boarded a flight to Chicago.  I also felt that Ron Goldman was probably murdered first, regardless of the identity of the perpetrator, and that Nicole was killed because she walked onto the scene and could have identified the murderer(s).  The prosecution contended (1) Nicole was murdered first, presumably because O.J. was angry with her, and (2) Ron was killed when he walked onto the scene, intending to return eyeglasses Nicole had inadvertently left earlier at the restaurant where he was employed.

 

I like political news/talk programming for the same reason I like sporting events – the competition.  Therefore, I find public affairs programming on cable outlets preferable to that of the broadcast networks, because one is more likely to hear all sides of issues.

Ideological/political competition was particularly keen during the Clinton presidential years (1993-2001) when news/talk shows regularly dealt with allegations of illegal or scandalous behavior within the administration; watching those shows and the political struggles upon which they were based (e.g., congressional hearings, impeachment proceedings in the House of Representatives - and the subsequent Senate trial) was engrossing, so I spent many hours observing those struggles.

 

I should note, for those readers who didn’t pay attention to (or were too young to notice) current events during the Clinton administration, that the major allegations of illegal or scandalous behavior began with (1) the firing of the entire White House travel office staff (non-political positions) soon after Mr. Clinton became president, followed by (2) the discovery of hundreds of FBI files on members of the previous administrations (illegally obtained by Clinton operatives), and (3) questionable campaign fund-raising practices.

 

The career travel office personnel were apparently fired to make room for people the Clintons wanted to employ (including a distant cousin of the president), but bogus charges were filed against at least one long-term employee (Billy Dale), to make the firings look justified.  Mr. Dale was exonerated at trial, but expended his life savings on legal fees.

Specific reasons were never stated for the illegal acquisition of raw FBI files on members of previous Republican administrations, but many thought the new administration hoped to find that its predecessors had brought in persons having the use of illegal drugs on their records, so as to justify the same practice in the new administration, which had difficulty in obtaining security clearances for some people it wanted to hire.

 

Overhanging all other allegations and investigations was the continuous Whitewater investigation, which originated with questions about the Clintons’ activities in connection with a failed northern Arkansas land deal years before they reached Washington, but was expanded to include (1) accusations of harassment of several women by the president – both before and after he reached the White House – and (2) his dalliances with Monica Lewinski, a White House intern.  His misleading statements in testimony before a federal court (about various facets of his alleged illegal/illicit behavior) in a harassment suit led to his 1999 impeachment by the U.S. House of Representatives, followed by trial in the U.S. Senate; the Senate didn’t convict him, so he remained in office for his full term.

I had ambivalent feelings during the Senate trial.  I thought the president deserved removal from office, but didn’t really wish it, for elevating Vice-President Gore to president would have given him a “leg up” for the 2000 election, when I would prefer election of a less liberal Republican opponent.

 

Had Mr. Clinton (1) been able to run for a third term (forbidden by the 22nd amendment to the U.S. Constitution) and (2) won, I might never have taken time to finish recording these memories, for I suspect the scandals and resultant investigations would have continued, and I would have wanted to follow every step as it was retraced on daily TV. 

 

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The relative quiet of early months of the George W. Bush administration was shattered by the tragedy of “Plane Terror Day,” as I call September 11, 2001, when four groups of Osama bin Laden’s terrorists hijacked commercial airliners, flew two of them into New York’s World Trade Center (demolishing the twin towers and several other buildings), one into the Pentagon in Washington, and failed with the fourth when heroic passengers fought the hijackers and caused the plane to crash in a Pennsylvania pasture instead of reaching its target (which was probably either the White House or the U.S. Capitol building).

Television cameras taped the second plane hitting the World Trade Center, and were at the other crash sites almost immediately.  Scenes of destruction in two major U.S. cities were almost unbelievable.

Nearly three thousand people died as a result of September 11, 2001 terrorist actions – more than were lost at Pearl Harbor on December 7, 1941 when the sneak Japanese attack destroyed much of the U.S. Navy and caused our entry into World War II.  “Plane Terror Day,” played out on television, triggered another worldwide war – this time against global terrorism.

Television has brought us many scenes (some live) from the war against global terrorism, beginning with attacks by armed forces of the United States and its allies against Taliban forces in Afghanistan (who sheltered/protected Osama and his al Queda forces); the Taliban government was quickly overthrown.  President Bush next took aim at Iraq, in accordance with his doctrine for fighting global terrorism (i.e., engaging nations who harbor terrorists or support terrorism); Iraq’s dictator, Saddam Hussein, had harbored and supported terrorists, brutalized his own people, produced and used biological/chemical weapons of mass destruction, and was feared to be nearing success in developing nuclear weapons.  The U.S. and its allies began attacks on Iraq in March, 2003, with the objective of “regime change;” live television showed the “shock and awe” of precision bombing, the march into Baghdad, and toppling of Saddam statues – followed weeks later by the bearded former dictator being removed from his “spider hole.”

 

Political support for the president’s war on terrorism hasn’t been universal, particularly with respect to the war against Iraq, so it was a major issue leading up to the 2004 presidential election.  Needless to say, I stayed hooked on news/talk shows through the election.

 

I watched cable news/talk shows closely through the 2004 election, but I’ve been less glued to the tube since then.  I seldom miss “SPECIAL REPORT with Brit Hume” weekdays on Fox News Channel; on Fridays I also watch, or tape for later viewing, (1) the Brooks/Shields analysis segment of Jim Lehrer’s “NEWSHOUR,” (2) “WASHINGTON WEEK,” and (3) “THE McLAUGHLIN GROUP,” all on PBS.  On Saturday evenings I watch “THE BELTWAY BOYS” and “FOX NEWS WATCH” on Fox News Channel.  I tape Sunday morning news/talk programming (Tim Russert’s “MEET THE PRESS” on NBC, ABC’s “THIS WEEK with George Stephanopolous,” Bob Schieffer’s “FACE THE NATION” on CBS, Howard Kurtz’s “RELIABLE SOURCES” on CNN, and Chris Wallace’s “FOX NEWS SUNDAY”) while I’m at church; I usually listen to those taped shows while (or after) viewing Sunday afternoon sports events (e.g., NASCAR automobile races or professional football), before returning to church for evening worship activities.

 

Simultaneous viewing of sports and listening to news/talk shows necessitates my keeping two TVs side-by-side in our den – three if I want to watch two sporting events while listening to news/talk.

 

Although news/talk shows and sporting events comprise a major portion of my television time, I should note that I like the GAITHER HOMECOMING telecasts, which I can view in Little Rock on Saturday evenings and at Sunday noon.

 

WEIRD DREAMS

My dreams sometimes resemble television – but without bad language.  I sleep relatively lightly, so dream constantly.  Many dreams are triggered by daytime activies (e.g., I dreamed of doing layout work when I was helping build church structures, and some computer activities don’t cease when I go to sleep), but several oddball dream scenarios recur frequently:

 

·         I’m in a large multi-storied building, needing to use a restroom.  I go from floor to floor, finding one or more restrooms on each floor, but the commodes are damaged, filthy, or running over, so can’t be used.

·         I’m driving an automobile, speeding along, needing to slow down and stop, but can’t reach brake or clutch pedals.

·         I’m back at Howard Payne College, enrolled for courses in which I’m delinquent in both attendance and scholarship.  More often than not, I can’t find the correct classroom at the correct time, so miss classes.

·         I’m engaged in physical combat with an attacker, and the dream ends with an action that is sometimes painful, e.g.:

 

 - I once dreamed I entered a supermarket as the perpetrator of a robbery tried to escape through the door I was using.  I took him on, swinging at his chin, and woke to find Arlette holding my arm; I had hit her in the chin.  Fortunately, I hadn’t swung hard.

 - Another dream, whose details I don’t remember, took place in the cabover bed of our RV, where the headroom is less than three feet.  In that dream I kicked at the attacker, but all I hit was the ceiling, with the big toe of my right foot, hard and painfully.

 - Similar dreams to the one just described have occurred at home, in my own bed.  In one I was seated on a ledge above the attacker, kicking at him; in reality, I kicked Arlette’s cedar chest about two feet away from our bed, producing a sore big toe – on my left foot this time.

 - Not long ago I dreamed I was a bystander in an “old west” type gunfight, and one of the combatants turned toward me and began firing, at which point I rolled over a wall behind me to escape the bullets and awoke when I hit the floor between our bed and Arlette’s cedar chest.

 - In other nocturnal “combat” situations I have wakened (or Arlette wakens me) as I flail away at the bedclothes with either fists or feet, but before I have incurred or caused pain.

 

The cause of the “filthy restroom” dream is understandable; I really do need to use a bathroom at the time I’m dreaming, so soon wake up, get up, and remedy the problem.  I hope I never find a clean restroom in one of my dreams – for the sake of my attire and our bed.

I don’t understand why I dream about unreachable automobile pedals, school delinquency, or violence.  I’ve never been in a situation where I couldn’t stop an automobile; I didn’t miss classes in college (except when the location of Mrs. Hargrove’s Speech class was changed without my knowledge, so I missed a session or two before finding it), and I seldom was behind in my work; I’ve never been inclined toward physical combat, other than boxing college and Navy friends.

 

While I often dream of being back in college, I can remember only one dream in which I was back in the Navy, and it occurred relatively recently.  I dreamed I was assigned combat duty in a Russian submarine, but woke up before boarding it; I can’t imagine what brought on such a weird dream.

 

That I am often of college age in my dreams must mean I’m still just a nineteen-year-old kid trapped in the body of a seasoned citizen.

 

AGING GRACEFULLY?

Aging gracefully seems impossible for this nineteen-year-old kid trapped in a senior’s body.  Consider the following complications:

 

·         Steps are higher than they used to be, and shoes are heavier.  How can one be graceful while struggling to lift brogan-weight shoes up higher steps?

·         Either clocks run faster or miles are longer that they once were.  A 2.14 mile walk (130 “figure 8” laps around the vehicles in our carport) takes about forty minutes to complete; I used to walk two miles in little more than half an hour.

·         When I walk the streets, I’m seldom more than halfway across an intersection when the “WALK” signal changes to “DON’T WALK.”  Am I supposed to (1) stop midway (risking life and limb), (2) get down on hands and knees and crawl (instead of walk), or (3) try to run (risking coronary disaster)?

·         Printing in books, magazines, and newspapers is both fainter and smaller.  Ink is saved, but why is there no concern for my eyes?

·         I’ve noticed people on my left mumble, but those to my right speak clearly.  Is my right ear bigger, like an ear trumpet?  Is there political significance to the left/right anomaly?

·         Understanding people to my left isn’t helped by the perpetual ringing I hear in that ear.

·         Foods aren’t as healthful.  I once could eat anything without distress (I sometimes ate chili at two o’clock in the morning during college days), but many of today’s foods aren’t as happy in my digestive tract as were those of years gone by; it’s probably the preservatives.

·         While not as healthful, foods are more fattening.  That factor, combined with quick-shrinking trouser waistbands, enables me to appreciate ladies’ dislike for corsets.

·         Shirts are skimpier around the waistline, so buttons sometimes pop off.

·         Beds are less comfortable.  I wake up somewhat stiff most mornings, and have to stretch like an old dog to unlimber enough to get my feet on the floor, whereas I once could spring from bed like a cat; further, when I’m up and dressed, ready to put on my shoes, I sometimes have to bend over twice just to reach them.

·         Automobiles aren’t as comfortable as they once were.  I could drive all day without discomfort in my vehicles of the ‘40s and ‘50s; nowadays my back, hips, and right leg protest after a couple of hours.  Manufacturers obviously cut back on comfort items to recoup some of the costs of reaching federally-mandated fuel efficiency standards.

 

Periodic back spasms (or threats thereof) don’t help toward presenting a youthful appearance.  Walking erectly and sprightly is difficult when lower back muscles threaten to knot with practically any bend, twist, or turn.

 

My first back spasms hit some years ago when I awkwardly lifted a power mower into a position where I could work under it; I could hardly move, but managed to get into our den, where I collapsed on the carpet, thinking the spasms would soon stop.  Four hours elapsed before I could rise from the den floor, and then only with help from Arlette; a hot shower and overnight in bed finally brought relaxation of knotted muscles.  When a similar attack occurred some months later I headed straight for the hot shower, then bed, and was again mobile the next morning.  Subsequent twinges haven’t led to immobility, perhaps because the onsets haven’t been as sudden or serious, and I’ve been able to take steps (an exercise regimen) to prevent anything other than (1) a bit of pain and (2) inability to easily and fully straighten up for a day or two.

 

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I still have one youthful body part – a gold-capped “baby tooth.”  I had two baby teeth until I was past seventy.  Dr. Willard Reed, who capped the one I have left, told me I should have had nothing to cap, that the roots of both baby teeth should have long ago withered and loosened (leaving me with gaps instead of caps).  A gap is all I have left at the other site now, for the tooth broke off at the gum, and Dr. Johnny Hatley removed the remainder.  So I’m left with a gold cap on one side and a big gap on the other.

 

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