Maybe it was destiny, but when I flipped on the TV this morning, I saw these cowboys shooting in black and white and I knew it was one of those old movies I had grown up watching, either on the early morning movie or the late show . . . before TV signed off with the National Anthem.
And I almost changed the channel.
I kept watching from moment to moment, though, without thinking why. I believe it was the sense of safety and comfort I felt in watching one of those old shows that you could watch with your grandmother without being embarrassed by language or sex scenes. Then Jimmy Stewart showed up . . . and someone called him Destry.
And Marlene Dietrich with “See what the boys in the backroom will have . . . ” And dialogue that actually had words that came out of a dictionary more advanced than “My First Word Book.” It wasn’t long before I realized I should make a morning trip to the bathroom . . . But where were these AMC commercials I have been complaining about? It’s been a long time since I waited for a commercial to do anything in today’s shows.