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Friday, October 03, 2003
Is Life a TV Script, or is TV Life’s Script?
Growing up in the suburbs was like living in “The Wonderful World of Disney.” We had great times and it was like living the “Life of Riley.”At the age of five, I remember sitting in a cardboard box with a stick of wood attached to the front that acted like a propeller. We took many worldwide voyages in that little box because we sat glued to the TV studying the many lessons that were taught to us by “Rocky Jones.” Another of my favorite shows was “Sky King.” Not only was it about airplane travel but I had my first crush on the character named Penny.
In our early years, we lived the life of the “Young and the Restless.” We had so much energy that we would run the streets “24” hours a day. We were once pursued by “Adam-12” for throwing apples at passing cars. Fortunately, we avoided the “Dragnet.” Our parents would get us in our respective homes interrogating us demanding us “To Tell the Truth.”
We rode our bikes everywhere, from neighborhood to neighborhood. In my neighborhood, and probably yours too, there is a house that sits back away from the rest of the homes. Why were those homes always occupied by a family that has a close resemblance to the “Addams Family?”
We thought we were such a bad group of guys that people referred to us as the “A-Team.” Our biggest hope was that they would send “Charlie’s Angels” after us.
We had loads of kids in our neighborhood. We played baseball every morning during the summer and we had huge football games on Sundays in the winter. These were tough games. So much so, Sammy was in the “ER” at least once during every sports season and always twice or more during the football season. He even wound up there once when he fell off a chair while he imitated the oft seen skier on the opening of “the Wide World of Sports.”
Life really changed when we entered the work force. We went through several phases. The first phase was the “I Love Lucy” phase, just like the chocolate manufacturing episode, where we went to work just to make a few bucks and didn’t really care what happened. As we got older, I mean wiser, we played “Fear Factor” just trying to keep our jobs. “Survivor” was our next game trying to beat the world of corporate politics.
One of the shows we loved was “Hawaii Five-O.” We liked it because Steve McGarrett would solve the crime du jour and we thought we’d have a leg up on the local cops. That way we wouldn’t have to go through life being the “Fugitive.” We actually thought our local police department was just like “Barney Miller.” Larry actually became a member of the city police department’s “SWAT” team.
Now that I’m older and have lots of responsibilities I would like to have just “60 Minutes” to myself. At least I can take solace in the fact that in my house “Father Knows Best!”
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