Count me as one of the world’s few who have not seen the Chilean rescue on the rube tube. Bigger audience apparently than the World’s Cup soccer to-do. With more to come:
“I’ll be first on line to buy [their book] to find out how they maintained their discipline in rationing such small amounts of food during that first 17 days when they didn’t know if they’d be rescued. I can imagine doing that for a week or so, but as one week turns into two and you’re starving and desperate, discipline is bound to break down — or not, apparently.”
I did pass by the spectacle last night switching channels looking for the final Texas Rangers game. And there is the inevitable skepticism: “I think it’s all a hoax… the ‘rescue’ is actually happening on the desert in Arizona…like the ‘moon landing’/sarc.”
UPDATE: And then they were all rescued. The end. Or, only the beginning?
THE TEXAS SCRIBBLER 
Oh… uh… and I was going to declare that I invented the art of not watching the rescue process on TV. Such a letdown…
But still, it’s good that they are out and we all can get back to whatever we were doing before. Like nothing.
It just never crossed the radar around the rancho where Mr. B. watches cartoons, Mrs. C. prefers Brit comedies, and I stick with the Web.
“Like nothing”, of course, is re my own self.
Couldn’t be me, with three blogs and two books working.