Saturday-morning TV

I am about to eat a peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwich I just made.
I move from the kitchen and turn on our TV and combination DVD/VCR, which cable-feeds the TV.
I have a railfan video in the DVD player, and I’m gonna watch it as I eat my sandwich.
By default, our combination DVD/VCR is tuned to the local ABC channel, and plays it before I can switch over to my DVD.
“Power-Rangers” is on.
A disheveled young dude walks out of his pizza-shop kitchen, all smothered in pizza-dough. “So much for my Mt. Kilimanjaro pizza experiment,” he says.

MARCY, IT’S EVERYWHERE!

RE: “I have a railfan video in the DVD player......” —I’m a railfan, and have been all my life.

“Marcy” is my number-one ne’er-do-well — she was the first I was e-mailing stuff to. Marcy and I worked in adjacent cubicles at the Canandaigua Daily-Messenger newspaper, from where I retired. A picture of her is in this blog at Conclave of Ne’er-Do-Wells. Marcy married Bryan Mahoney (ex-reporter from the Messenger newspaper), and together they live near Boston. (Both Marcy and Mahoney keep blogs — Marcy’s is Playtime at Hazmat.)