I turned to my usual channel on the television the other day and saw newscasters I didn't recognize. An art festival was happening at the Trolley Museum. Seats from the old PNC Stadium were up for sale for four for $25. I'd never heard of either of these places. The weatherman stood in front of a picture of rows of old brick buildings
with steep, pointed, roofs that reminded me of Harry Potter's Hogwarts. And the temperature was a pleasant 85 degrees.
"What's going on here?" I asked Richard. "Are we getting a cold front?"
He grabbed the remote control from my hand and started surfing landing on Brighthouse channel 13. The cable company has their own 24 hour news and weather channel.
"Brighthouse and WESH have not reached a contract. Their current agreement expired at midnight and WESH has pulled their broadcasting from Brighthouse. We have been able to secure the NBC lineup from a station in Wilkes- Barre, Pennsylvania."
She said Wilkes-Bar. Any good Pennsylvanian knows, of which Richard and I both are, knows it's pronounced Wilkes-Barre, or like a berry. It's French actually and long ago lost its accent mark to please the Americans who live there. The people who live there are probably OK without the accent but not with being called a 'bar'. It's the same way in Pittsburgh. They get a little cranky if the 'H' is left off the end. The cable company must have had to scrambled to find a replacement.
"I kind of like this news." Richard commented.
"I do to. It's very calm. No drive by shootings." I said. "And the weather is perfect."
"Let's move there. I like these people."
"They feel like old friends already. But let's get to know them a little better before we do something drastic like move." I'm the one who always errs on the side of caution.
It's been three days since we started watching the news from Wilkes-Barre, Scranton and the Poconos. We still like it and don't miss the real news at all. And I don't seem to mind the Florida summer heat because the weatherman says it's 85 with a low of 60. And the weatherman is always right isn't he? With the push of a button on the remote control, we moved to Wilkes-Barre. Thank you Brighthouse Cable. Or should I thank the local WESH news for being so stubborn? I'm really enjoying summer for a change.
"What's going on here?" I asked Richard. "Are we getting a cold front?"
He grabbed the remote control from my hand and started surfing landing on Brighthouse channel 13. The cable company has their own 24 hour news and weather channel.
"Brighthouse and WESH have not reached a contract. Their current agreement expired at midnight and WESH has pulled their broadcasting from Brighthouse. We have been able to secure the NBC lineup from a station in Wilkes- Barre, Pennsylvania."
She said Wilkes-Bar. Any good Pennsylvanian knows, of which Richard and I both are, knows it's pronounced Wilkes-Barre, or like a berry. It's French actually and long ago lost its accent mark to please the Americans who live there. The people who live there are probably OK without the accent but not with being called a 'bar'. It's the same way in Pittsburgh. They get a little cranky if the 'H' is left off the end. The cable company must have had to scrambled to find a replacement.
"I kind of like this news." Richard commented.
"I do to. It's very calm. No drive by shootings." I said. "And the weather is perfect."
"Let's move there. I like these people."
"They feel like old friends already. But let's get to know them a little better before we do something drastic like move." I'm the one who always errs on the side of caution.
It's been three days since we started watching the news from Wilkes-Barre, Scranton and the Poconos. We still like it and don't miss the real news at all. And I don't seem to mind the Florida summer heat because the weatherman says it's 85 with a low of 60. And the weatherman is always right isn't he? With the push of a button on the remote control, we moved to Wilkes-Barre. Thank you Brighthouse Cable. Or should I thank the local WESH news for being so stubborn? I'm really enjoying summer for a change.
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