Ninja and Pirate

My dad loves Ken Burns’ documentaries. We had the VHS boxed set of “Civil War” and “Baseball” and he used to watch at least one of them yearly. It was always a bummer because I would walk out of my room to watch Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles or something and see him there watching slow pans and voiceovers and I’d know the TV wouldn’t be available for the next six hours. Of course as I grew up I began to see the merit in those Ken Burns’ documentaries and really began to enjoy them myself too. I’m sure as I grow older the Blu-Ray collection of “Jazz” will one day materialize in my hand and I’ll have no choice but to sit for eight and a half hours listening to a Louis Armstrong impressionist read a long letter he wrote about the correct way to spit on a trumpet or something. It’s inevitable really.