When my sister and I returned home from grade school for lunch each day we knew we were under the “shush” rule. Mother was listening to her favorite soap opera on the radio — what she called “my story.” The same rule applied over dinner in the evenings as father listened to the nightly news.
Those fond recollections came back to me last week as my wife and I returned from a two-week tour in Europe. We did not pick-up a single English-language newspaper or even attempt to find ...