Sometimes, when we (my wife KC and I) need to feel that humanity has not completely gone to shit, we watch Northern Exposure. We laugh and cry, fall in and out of love with Maggie, and soak up all that we can from Marilyn. But then my desk feels really small. And Florida seems to steam and boil. I long for wildness and adventure, for snow and cold. For closeness of community. And only then do I smile and realize that sometimes television can open our hearts and teach us good things.
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