For several nights I had difficulty getting to sleep. And then--bingo! Instant relief from a totally unexpected source. I watched the first part of "The Two Mrs. Grenvilles." By 10:15 p.m. on that Sunday evening, my eyes closed in deep and dreamless, peaceful slumber. My insomnia was gone, thanks to a dull, ponderous, predictable bit of TV. And tell me honestly--did the rich folks of the '40s (New Yorkers, no less) really wear such tacky clothes?
Thomas M. Vize, Santa Ana