A Tonic for the Madness.
You can park in front of the TV, strobe through the channels, and get an adreniline rush of images and sounds from the Midway: MSNBC's Shockdoc of the Night, Nancy Grace and her Heinous Crime Du Jour, acne removers, real estate "systems", Bill O'Reilly yelling at somebody or something, The Alledged World Greatest Dog, Arena Football, yet another showing of The Wizard of Oz, costume jewelry hawked by a "celebrity", Gene Simmons' domestic bliss, The Weather Channel's Storm Stories, infantile rap "artists" trashing a million-dollar home, cops chasing yet another moron on dope, some schnook looking for a big wad of free money in a suitcase with loved ones yelling them on, and on and on and on...
Stroll the Midway too often and you will go mad.
Or you can go flyfishing for smallmouth bass on the Huron River. You can watch a blue heron patrol the river from overhead, turtles sunning themselves on a log, and Hexagenia mayflies dancing above the moving water.
Go fishing too often and you will find peace and a quiet soul.