23 September 2002


I was in West Memphis this weekend, visiting with Dawne, my sister. Her husband, Sam, came if from playing golf while I was there. A movie on the Lifetime Movie Network played in the background.

"We had the digital cable," Dawne said, "but when we had that we couldn't record anything with a VCR. Now we have a satellite dish and we can record again."

"And we're still watching fucking Lifetime," Sam observed.