As much as I like Jake Gyllenhaal, I will not watch his new “Presumed Innocent” series on Apple TV+ because I know where it’s going. How? I read Scott Turow’s book when it first came out in 1987. I read it again a few years later. I read Turow’s sequel, “Innocent,” and talked with him about it on my radio show. I saw the movie version starring Harrison Ford, Bonnie Bedelia, Raul Julia, Paul Winfield, Brian Dennehy, Greta Scacchi, and the wonderful character actor, Joe Grifasi. Director Alan J. Pakula made it a perfectly paced legal thriller that ran 127 minutes. Why would anyone think they can do better — or that it needs 8 episodes to tell the same story?

My wife has borrowed several books about Lizzie Borden from the library. To my knowledge, she has not yet purchased an axe or spent time learning how to use it at one of those recreational axe-throwing places. But I’m going to keep checking our credit card accounts just to be sure.

Elon Musk wants to turn X (which I still call Twitter) into an “everything app,” one function of which would be to enable users to transfer money a la Venmo. Yeah, like I’m gonna give that narcissistic, extremist nut job my personal financial details — or any of my private information, for that matter.

In a grocery store this weekend, I saw a display of socks for sale, including a pair with the Almond Joy candy logo on them. There was another with the Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups logo. And a third one with the logo for Lay’s Potato Chips. I became a bit depressed thinking these things would not be available in a store unless there was popular demand for them. But a moment later I noticed the rack was completely full, which might mean none of the socks had been sold, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Note to anyone who might ever consider buying me a gift: if you’re thinking of purchasing clothing with food logos on it, know that I will never wear it, so just go ahead and buy me the food instead.

Speaking of the supermarket, have you ever overheard a snippet of a conversation, maybe a single sentence, and wondered what the context could be? That’s how I felt when I walked through the produce section and heard this from a woman talking loudly into her phone: “…but I can’t go to work drunk like she does!“