Why do I watch? Whyyyyyyyyy? I'm just left a blubbering mess, mascara'd tears rolling down my face, cats squeaking concernedly, husband forced to tear himself away from the Twins game to comfort me. I know better than to watch - and yet I do. Those of you on my Google Reader have already seen this - but it bears repeating.
(PS - if you're not familiar with StoryCorps, read about it here. One of the best things NPR has ever given me, and I include CarTalk in that pronouncement.)
PPS - those of you reading this on Google Reader apparently can't see it but it's worth a clickthrough.