Made For Television

Domesticated thirty-something female watches deep sea fishermen battle with their demons. Testosterone depleted husband of ineligible age watches lions mating in the Serengeti, orange fingers stray to family sized edibles. Outside, little Billy is playing with Tony, a bigger playmate. They make up little games even though they have toys that don’t require imagination, they make up little stories about the toys anyway. Freckled kids, good mostly. Turn the radio off and you will hear mother singing low as she washes her hands again with the soap of regret. Not my family memory not yours - but there were worse memories hanging around on street corners back then, I guess you recall. Family light entertainment was once a real show made when commercials slept in tree houses. Only now do we see that they were what the T.V. dreamt of when alone in the dark.