It started when COVID hit almost three years ago. I got hooked on watching reruns of Perry Mason, a show that I had never cared for in the past. Now, I can’t seem to stop. There’s something about those black and white TV shows. They’ve really sucked me in. Maybe it’s a sign of my age. I grew up during the change to color. Nostalgia is settling in. It’s my favorite mood these days.
I’ve moved from the courtroom to sitting in the saddle in the past two years. I love Rawhide and Wagon Train. Lately, another classic from the genre has shot up to the top of my list. Sadly, it’s causing a fissure in my union. After decades of marriage, I learned something new about my bride tonight. On our way home after grabbing a bite to eat, my sweetheart mentioned that she doesn’t like Westerns.
Late last year, I told the Mrs. that when we’re both retired, a goal of mine is that we sit down together and enjoy every single episode of Gunsmoke; all 635. Now it seems that my dream will never come to frution. It looks like I may need to compromise, but I’m not sure how many chick-flicks I can stand. I do watch Castle with her. Will that count? What others will I need to endure?
Dear Husband- Western’s are fine, in moderation. Your bride
lol. B&W movies work, especially comedies and mysteries. To me, it is the soothing simplicity of past times, a nice distraction from the cacophonous world today. Except of course, the Westerns, where very few characters are left standing at the end of the show. Those have to be of limited intake! Not so simple, life then!