I am looking through a peephole, at the depressing history of the American Frontier. Outside, on the pedestrian mall, a local man is doing sing-song covers of Bob Dylan tunes, except he's out of tune. Earlier today we interviewed a daycare provider for Eleanor. It was horrendous. "We just pretty much keep the t.v. on all day long here. I go crazy when it's just, you know, quiet." That is all.