Those all-too-willing participants in reality shows have wrought even more damage than is obviously the case. Of course, there is the mental toll: billions of brain cells, lonely outposts of thought surrendering to the onslaught of gleeful indignity, seemingly as many as would drown in a Pacific of bad whisky, to the likes of the Kardashians, Real Housewives of Atlanta, New York, Orange County...the pawn shop owners, the late-to-the-party celebrities...ad nauseam. All of this, presumably, to distract viewers from the pain, the loneliness, or just the oppressive banality of their lives. Less obvious perhaps is the obscuring of the value of life stories wrought with any measure of thoughtfulness. Stories that not only distract us, remove us for a time from the pressing matters of our existence, but inevitably carry us back to a reflection on those same lives. For however banal, uneventful, or ordinary... be it ever so humble, there is no story like ...