I recently discovered, much to my complete delight and joy, that my cable package includes something called "Tube Time" on Demand.
Which means, in case you don't know, I can watch Diff'rent Strokes whenever I darn well please.
As a child in the late seventies and early eighties, I wished desperately for the following things:
1) Two brothers to come from Harlem and teach me how to disco dance
2) A fancy penthouse apartment in New York city
3) A goldfish named Abraham
4) A housekeeper with a big cinammon bun hairdo, who made me pancakes daily
5) A hot tub (which I still want, by the way)
6) To go to private school
7) Ballet lessons
All of which I discovered, because of this program.
So deep was my love for this program? My kittens were named Arnold and Willis.
I watched the show with the Boy Child and the Girl Child recently and they thought it was hilarious. I commented to Jason while we watched that the show was really groundbreaking. A lot of the early episodes focus on racial issues. Understandable, because at the time there weren't any Angelina Jolie's adopting little different colored babies, so it wasn't in the focus of the American public.
Amazing really, how the world has changed since the days that Arnold and Willis Jackson came to live in the big city with Mr. Whitest Man Alive and his spoiled brat daughter because their momma died.
And really, wouldn't it be great if there WERE Mr. Drummond's (or Mrs. Drummonds!) in the world? Men with lots of money who went into the not-so-nice places to live and picked up the kids and said, "I want a better life for you," and then proceeded to give it to them? Even if the better life included those horrible Bill Cosbyish sweaters (I'm talking to you Willis)?
Didn't it seem like life was simpler then?