National Enquirer! ....yup...
...When I had my cutty cabin, we'd spend a couple of weeks at a time on Lake Powell letting go and letting our minds turn to mush. I remember just staring at a single canyon wall for hours, in the water, out, Heineken out of the cooler, in the water, out. We'd be up until sunrise fishing out huge catfish and too many carp and an occasional bass, then laze away the day...
..... One day, I found an issue of National Enquirer at the mid-lake marina. I had nothing else to read. I took it home, that is to another beach next to another wondrous cliff. I read the thing cover to cover. Nothin' else to read, my mind washed out. Haven't touched one since. Just don't know how I could have done that otherwise. Usually I can't get through but one headline while standing in the grocery line.
Yea, thought this might be fun for someone. Unlike the National Enquirer, nobody is supposed to believe it.
Jbee
