When we were kids, there were four TV channels. The one with the peacock, the one with the eye, the one marked abc, and the "smart" channel.That "smart" channel was PBS.It was usually on the far end of the dial -- where I grew up it was Channel 12 -- and all we kids really understood was that it didn't have cartoons, and it was supposed to be good for us. As we grew, we found some interesting programs, and eventually our own children tuned in to see Big Bird and Cookie Monster.Also, it had no commercials.A big plus for the smart channel.
No picket signs. No boycotts. No fans throwing bricks at Joe Louis Arena.And not an empty seat in the house.So much for anger. You couldn't buy a ticket to this Half- Season Opener, you couldn't persuade your best friend to share his, it was rainy and cold and dreary, and still, you had to fight your way through mobs to reach the door.
Mitch Albom writes about running an orphanage in impoverished Port-au-Prince, Haiti, his kids, their hardships, laughs and challenges, and the life lessons he’s learned there every day.