I went off on a spectacular rant the other day, berating my children for their television viewing choices. I am so tired of them watching idiotic shows about young rock stars, witches and wizards, inane family sitcoms and so forth. I commanded them to watch wholesome family or science programming, like National Geographic or Discovery Channel.
Then I went back to my office and began writing a column about the fun we had watching TV back in the sixties. There were great shows like Petticoat Junction, Flintstones, Bewitched, Green Acres, Gilligans Island, and The Partridge Family.
Hypocrite? Not me.