The Shock! The Horror! The Discourtesy!

Betty and Henry texting each other during a theater performance! Broadway, no less! It had me yelling at the television.

There's a Kind of Hush, or Why We Love Superbowl Sunday

The Quiet. (Except during halftime, when some prefer their own music whatever big act has been engaged.) It's as close as we ever come to a day of rest that is actually restful.

No sirens until 7:35 p.m. That's got to be a record.