My Old Lady Show

Around a decade ago I was introduced to the CBS Sunday Morning Show by the younger sister of a former roommate. Being that said younger sister was a teenager at the time and the rest of us were in our early 20s we were decidedly not the typical demographic for this program. Yet our love perseveres to this day and hopefully will well into our more demographically appropriate age. I jokingly call it my Old Lady Show but the more sincere part of me wishes that everyone I knew watched it.  I’m one of the most cynical people I know and my favorite thing about the show is how not cynical it is.

One habit I have that is more in line with my generation is that I don’t really watch the news.  I read the news on the internet and let Jon Stewart, Stephen Colbert, and Seth Myers fill in the blanks since I can stomach the way they do it.  This morning I described the Sunday Morning Show to my roommate as something more akin to watching a really interesting magazine.   Everyone, including journalists, have opinions and views and I’m not enough of a disciple of hard journalism to believe they have to stay hidden.  Mostly I like a good story and that’s what I get for an hour and a half every Sunday.

I don’t wake up hungover on Sundays quite as much as I used to but it’s still the sort of day that is best eased into.  Getting the coffee going is my number one priority and breakfast comes next.  The TV gets switched on at that point, Sundays being the only morning of the week I watch TV, and Charles Osgood  makes the whole last day of the weekend/first day of the week okay.  A pot of coffee can take an eternity to brew when its all you want and need so it’s a great comfort to be served a good human interest story while each drop takes forever to fill the pot.

This is one of my favorite stories they’ve run recently.  I’m not a classical music fan by any stretch of the imagination (and as you’ll learn that makes me the perfect mark for this) but by the end I was Googling tour dates in my area.