Once upon a time, on a TV screen very, very close (like right there, on the wall) Pam and Jim got hitched –  and I watched and wept, melted there like a happy / sad sandwich, crusting up the microwave. Sometimes I  feel like I know these people – like they are my buddies, like we hang out. Which, I think, or as I’ve gathered over the last week – is the sign of really, really good TV. Congrats, Pam and Jim. Your toaster oven is en route. If you could just send me your imaginary address, that would be great.

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