Tyrades

I had forgotten about it, but my father once reminisced about finding elementary-school-aged me habitually “watching” TV with my back turned to the set.

He said I explained that I could imagine more interesting scenes in my mind.

The real demonstration of my creativity was that I could conjure a more tactful response than “How about springing for a color TV, Ebenezer?”

I still have trouble giving the boob tube my undivided attention.

My wife and I dearly enjoy certain programs; they are not just background noise. But our busy lifestyle forces us to multitask. In my case, I scroll through newsp...