Sitting at the bar of the restaurant

during happy hour, they watch kick

boxing on T.V. – red faced, bloodied

bodies, humongous belt buckle prize

around the woman’s waist and a

smirk on her split lips until the adren-

aline wears off in the next day or two.

Later that evening in the comfort of

their condominium they watch what

they thought would be the lesser

of two violent shows (not quite an

Agatha Christi off-stage death and

then a great plot until the denouement

but usually not bad as far as evening

T.V. goes) only to be greeted by

fifteen or so cops and others in a

police station blown apart by some

angry kid with a Glock 9 mm before the

opening credits. And the rhetorical

question comes to mind: why are

things the way they are on the streets?

In the early 70’s a young psychiatrist

who set up practice in Podunk

showed statistically the connec-

tion between media violence and

street violence. What ever happened

to that doc? Has this question gone

a beggin’ yet?