Okay, Y’all---just a little departure from the norm today. We’ve been talking about old TV shows and their impact and influence on our “formative years,” or just for the enjoyment we remember. We fondly remembered quite a few, with Lassie and Bonanza and Donna Reed and Dr. Welby some of the ones which were totally Rated G, with solid values and all coming right in the end.
And then, there were a few which we watched faithfully every week (lively discussion between Caro and me of our three-channels-only years out in the country, in which somebody had to run out between shows to physically TURN the rusty old antenna, with somebody ELSE shouting from inside the wall “RIGHT THERE!” or “GO BACK!” before we missed intro and beginning of the next program).
And Now---I’m constrained to make a Public Service Announcement of my own: Those of you who know me as a quiet, kind person---a good Grandma, a kind and loyal friend, and as a mostly-well-mannered Lady, calm of demeanor and modest of speech:
PLEASE TURN AWAY NOW.
Darrin was a Dick, and Samantha should have turned him into a frog.
He had all the classic signs of an abusive husband: he wanted to isolate her from her family and friends, he insisted that she do everything HIS way, though it was much more trouble for her, he was ashamed of her, and he tried to make her change who she WAS. She should have just nose-twitched him right into the nearest lily-pond.
And How Are Ya’ll doing this sunny day?