This week the longtime Phillies' announcer Harry Kalas passed away. In part because I've only lived in Philly for 4 years and in part because I haven't been a big fan of the Phillies, I found myself on the outside looking in. I get it, but I don't get it.
It's that way with a lot of things. An event becomes important because you care about the people involved. If you don't know the people, if they haven't been a part of your life, the event becomes less newsworthy in your estimation. I'm not trying to be coldhearted about this whole matter, but it's interesting how I find myself clicking away from the coverage of this whole issue.
My mother threatened to move to Canada if Obama lost the election. I think she was less than serious, but her passion about the issue on election night was electric. Is there something wrong with me that I didn't think about packing up my own bags?
When Princess Diana was killed, I watched the developing news coverage that early morning mostly because I had an awful headache and insomnia. Maybe I am cold hearted. Or maybe it's something else. I suspect it is something else.
And you?
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