The star-making singing contest still shows us what pop means to a huge number of Americans.
In the natural order of things, thoughts of spring tickle our minds when budding wildflowers peep through softening earth. Or maybe a groundhog is involved. There may be snow on the ground in parts of the country, but for me, the warming trend begins when my flatscreen shows Randy Jackson strutting across some regional sports arena lobby, decorative pendant swinging in the breeze. I’m a creature of television habit, and American Idol is my seasonal indulgence.