Summertime TV
We do Netflix, not cable or network commercial TV, and John Adams has just come up in the queue. Somehow, you know you're not watching a jingoistic retelling of America's first years when the show opens with John Adams in a snowstorm, riding to Boston past the crow-picked corpse of a British soldier strung up on a tree by the Sons of Liberty, that gang of hooligans led by John's cousin, Sam Adams (him of the craft beer fame *g*).
After that, it only gets better. I can't wait until they send the rest of the disks.
After that, it only gets better. I can't wait until they send the rest of the disks.