Ransacked

I woke up thinking about Charles Kuralt, and the years he would get me out of bed really early on Sunday mornings.  His show Sunday Morning captured moments of exhilarating life full of compassion that bolstered me for the week ahead.

And that is why I have become a Facebook fan.

Facebook is somewhere people I like gather and share the moments of joy, surprising discoveries, amazing photos, silly jokes and the upside of life. We tease and play somewhere far away from the sobering fear and ransacked value system media is trying to shove down our throats.

I like Facebook because it connects people I truly love and would not spend time with otherwise: cousins and uncles/aunts and friends in far away states. The rabid laptop warriors don't post on my page, thankfully. What's going on is a fun group of friends, some of them new but all of them real, who chat about what is important. Facebook is the modern version of an old fashioned social hour to swap recipes and pictures and hobbies, and even advice. We offer up ideas, and congratulations and even condolences.

Will they be part of my world anytime soon?  That was never the deal.

And so to those saying FB isn't real, I have to disagree. Facebook is as real as any other virtual group of friends. But on FB, together we are able to create the spirit of the Sunday Morning show every day of the week, where we can play a while before heading into the day.  That's what keeps me coming back. I think Charles Kuralt would be proud.