AT LARGE

This past weekend was not a detective show. So its events were either a coincidence … or a “cosmic intersection of realities.” Take your pick.

One can recall that time, seemingly eons ago, when Walter Cronkhite would calmly and directly report what had happened during the day. There were no histrionics, no inflammatory sound bites, no table pounding in those reports: just the news.

It’s always interesting to run into a word or phrase that’s novel. It’s the “what does that mean?” syndrome.

Sitting on the shoulder of Dickens’s title character were not angels and devils, but a talking raven, Grip. Throughout the book, it is Grip who delivers the punch lines, the insights, and the wisdom that somehow escape young Barnaby who is clearly not the sharpest knife in the drawer.