Brother 2 Brother reflection
Munro's TV is a tiny, tiny shop piled to the ceiling with tape decks, VCRs, televisions, CD players, and a collection of vintage radios, some dating back 70 years.
My dad and I were chatting with Jim, the owner, last night, when suddenly I notice a familiar-looking reflection in the TV in front of me. Another television, out of sight, is on, and Brother 2 Brother is showing. It's a documentary for which I helped to write the narration.
Most of the time, writing seems like such abstract work. You press the computer keys, words appear on the screen, and then they get e-mailed to editors or producers. Of course, I do see the final results when I'm sent copies, but there is always something special about having them unexpectedly appear, the way Brother 2 Brother did last night.
My dad and I were chatting with Jim, the owner, last night, when suddenly I notice a familiar-looking reflection in the TV in front of me. Another television, out of sight, is on, and Brother 2 Brother is showing. It's a documentary for which I helped to write the narration.
Most of the time, writing seems like such abstract work. You press the computer keys, words appear on the screen, and then they get e-mailed to editors or producers. Of course, I do see the final results when I'm sent copies, but there is always something special about having them unexpectedly appear, the way Brother 2 Brother did last night.
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