Fx’s “The Bridge,” Bill O’Reilly, and Me—Another Odd Coincidence

This afternoon I heard a radio announcement that the season premiere of Fx’s “The Bridge” airs tonight. I thought I might tune in. So I settled into my easy chair and flipped on the TV. Bill O’Reilly was waxing eloquent and I was reaching for my TimeWarner Cable guide to find the Fx channel. I paused, however, to listen to O-Reilly’s customary interview with Dennis Miller, often the only worthwhile segment on “The Factor.”

Dennis signed off and I recalled my task—to find where I can get Fx on my TV. I scanned the column of station numbers. And just as my eye landed on “Fx,” I heard Bill O’Reilly actually say “Fx.” I’m not making this up. O’Reilly then went on to remind his audience—that would be me (in a manner of speaking)—that “The Bridge” airs tonight.

Bill O’Reilly is a talented man. But his ability to read my mind, and his inclination to say something about it on national TV, is uncanny.


Footnote: Speaking of coincidences, the timing of tonight’s premiere of “The Bridge” could not be better. This is a series about border crossings between Mexico and the U.S. Today there’s as much coverage of our urgent border dilemma as there is of the imminent threat of an Israeli ground invasion into Gaza. Border crossings are making news in more ways than one. And that’s a memo.

About Doug Geivett
University Professor; PhD in philosophy; author; conference speaker. Hobbies include motorcycling, travel, kayaking, sailing.

One Response to Fx’s “The Bridge,” Bill O’Reilly, and Me—Another Odd Coincidence

  1. Gary Armstrong says:

    We need a name for this experience… oddcidence? I don’t know if this would qualify but lately I’ve been focused on two wildly unrelated topics; the human soul and Knott’s Berry Farm nostalgia. So, the other day, I was reading a new book arguing for the existence of the soul. Afterwards, wanting to wind down, I turned to lighter fare, a small booklet I bought on eBay, published by Knott’s Berry Farm entitled, “Calico Ghost Town.” It’s filled interesting history–stories and pictures of the old silver boomtown and Walter Knott’s efforts to preserve it. Turning to page 33 of the booklet, I read this Calico tombstone epitaph…

    Here lies Zackera Peas
    In the shade under the trees.
    Peas isn’t here, only his pod.
    Peas shelled out and went home
    to God.

    Well, I thought that sums up very nicely what the book on the soul is arguing for, and from the most unlikely source!


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