Pen to Paper: Two More Soap Bubbles Burst

There was a brief time in my earlier life when I watched soap operas. That’s what my mom was watching and I was then of the opinion that if the TV was on, it should be watched. (And if the TV wasn’t on, why did we buy one? I long ago overcame this notion.) The plots were faintly silly, but not as silly as other soaps got later. Still, they were engaging.

But soap operas are gradually becoming the stuff of TV history books. ABC has cancelled two more: All My Children and One Life to Live.

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Fiction: Noisy Neighbor

“Maddie! You’ve just gotten here and already you look like it’s time to go home. What’s the matter?”

“Emily, I hardly got a wink of sleep last night. You remember how I’ve told you about that old lady who lives next door to me? The widow?”

“Yes?”

“The one who always turns up her radio, or turns up her TV because she’s half deaf and can’t hear it. Well, I’ll tell you this! Everyone else in the building can hear her radio or her TV.”

“Oh, dear. Was she at it again last night?”

“I’m telling you! She’d been up and down with it throughout the evening, and I’d have to bang a little on the wall. ‘Mrs. Kevitz!’ I’d yell. ‘Mrs. Kevitz! Turn that racket down over there!’ And just as I’m settling in and going to sleep, I’m getting Danny Thomas yelling at his bratty son on a rerun of that old Make Room for Daddy!”

“Oh!”

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