You come in out of the garden – weeding, pruning, cursing – and wonder why in the world you want to live in Mississippi in the summer. The heat index was 105 and it felt like 125.
You hit the chair and relax to the tune of the AC, then realize there is an Andy Griffith marathon on TV. Suddenly life is looking up. The network running the marathon has finally sprung for some really old episodes – the ones with Barney Fife and Opie as a preschooler. The colorized versions don’t compare.
I love the one where Barney is trying to catch a shoplifter in the local department store. He climbs into a mid-evil suit of armor. Someone stands beside him smoking a cigarette and he begins to choke and almost explodes. I laugh so hard I cry.
That was wonderful comedy – not the nasty, crude stuff of this century. I’m just grateful some station is willing to run the reruns. ‘
Braddock gave me the complete library of the Mary Tyler Moore show last Christmas. I think tonight, I will watch it.