Netflixed the first season of this show over the weekend and immediately felt like I was listening to a lullaby or eating comfort food.
Why? Because my mother, to take a break from my endless infant restlessness, sat me in front of the television set and I’m sure I watched this show in the very late 50’s/very early 60’s. Maynard G. Krebs must have been my first crush/bad boy.
TV in the form of entities called TV shows may be dead or dying but what a wonder it was in its prime.