After the daily drumbeat of doom, sickness, unemployment, draconian governors, unreliable models, grim predictions and petty politics, turning on “Downton Abbey” is like slipping into a warm bath.
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After the daily drumbeat of doom, sickness, unemployment, draconian governors, unreliable models, grim predictions and petty politics, turning on “Downton Abbey” is like slipping into a warm bath.
If you don’t have HBO, find a friend who does and offer to bring the popcorn.
Ultimately, they splurged and found ourselves in a dark theater near Times Square. We sat in the middle of a row in this order: my father, my mother, my brother and me.
That’s important.