Confession time. I’m a Videophile. An Extreme Videophile. And no, that doesn’t mean I’m on an FBI Watch List or need to enter a 12 step program or have an intervention. It does mean that as soon as I walk in the door at home, even before taking off my coat, I turn on the television. And normally, except for my husband’s cocked eyebrow and eye rolling, it’s not a problem. It wasn’t, that is, until I moved my boat into a marina that didn’t have cable. That’s where my Search for Video/Entertainm...
Published on January 28, 2017 07:42