No, I don’t mean I can drive around any town, any place without referencing a map once. No, this LOST I speak of is the very popular show on ABC.
I think my dislike of complicated series that inevitably end up failing to tell a story and merely chasing its own narrative tail stems from David Lynch’s Twin Peaks. Did the pop culture world really get caught up in a show that revealed the root of all evil (at least as far this show was concerned) went by the name BOB? I really toughed it out with that show, until one day an epiphany was thrust upon me. The epiphany? Bail on a show when a backward-talking dancing dwarf shows up.
I look at LOST and I think to myself wow I never thought there could be a show that could make me appreciate Gilligan’s Island. The sheer complexity and crytic nature of the show actually has me longing for weak 1960s sitcoms.
But, of course, judging by the ratings the show attracts, my view is clearly in the minority.
I first became aware of John Granger a few months ago, thanks to his friend and fellow educator, 
