As I cleaned up the kitchen after dinner, Mom surfed the cable channels (access to 100+).  She pressed the “channel up” button one at a time, roaming slowly through each of the channels.  The process seemed to take forever.  After surfing past baseball games, basketball games, news programs, a dozen movies, a tennis match, nature and history documentaries, and even her beloved crime show reruns, she turned the television off and pronounced with some disgust, “There’s nothing on.”