Earlier today Andy and I were watching The Wire. I made an observation (which, at this moment, I cannot remember) and then I pointed at the TV screen and said confidently, “There’s an essay in that.”
And now, my mind is blank.
Let’s see if I can force the memory. The Wire. The Wire. We keep our fingers on the pause button and spend 3 hours getting through a 47 minute episode. Every other sentence, one of us will freeze frame to interpret the plot points, to savor a nuance, to guess what the next line or action will be, to translate the poetic dialogue.
What inspired me into thinking I had an essay queued & ready today? Darn, I should really keep a note pad out when I’m watching brilliant TV.