I’m pathetic. After completing my “to do” list today, and cleaning out all the secretive corners of my house, I was ready for some well-earned relaxation.
So, at 7:30 p.m., I collapsed into my easy chair. I turned on Educational TV, anticipating something funny like Hyacinth and Keeping up Appearances. Instead I got a 50-year old rerun of Lawrence Welk. What did he call it “the champagne something or other.”
Polka is not my thing, and tap dancing is a forgotten art.
But I watched, mesmerized by those days when we were entertained by such simple performances. No profanity, nudity, or political correctness. No sarcasm or criticism. Just sweet harmony and love songs.
What happened to us?