There was a time, not too long ago, that I literally hated television and everything about television.
Maybe because of my political views (I'm a news hound), maybe because America didn't seem like the America I had wanted it to be.
Really, why I hated TV is neither here nor there; the fact is, I hated it.
I still don't have a TV. I still don't want a TV.
But what I do have is YouTube. And I just discovered the other day Our Miss Brooks on old TV; and in the past I've made it well known, yes, more than once that I didn't like Our Miss Brooks on the radio.
I never thought it was important (until now) but I failed to tell you people that I had never seen an episode on the boob tube. That is until about a week ago. Now I find myself immersed in the show; perhaps more as a curiosity... Stretch Snodgrass looks like that, huh? Gale Gordon, I knew already, is much better on TV than on the radio. Connie and Mr. Boyton are a cute couple now that I can see them.
But the most important improvement is Mrs. Davis. I had imagined her much different and I didn't like the image my mind had molded. Mrs. Davis was the main stranglehold on why I really didn't like the show. Mrs. Davis, with her feeble mind and the tone of her voice was like a nail against a chalkboard to me.
But the "real Mrs. Davis" is so much better in this case, than the radio version. More importantly, there's no pesky Minerva, the cat. I really do hate that cat on radio!
The ultimate test was then to listen to a radio episode of Our Miss Brooks again. Ah, here's one I don't seem to remember. Ah, Mrs. Davis doesn't seem so bad now. Ah, I feel refreshed and overjoyed. Ah, I think I'll have a Fresca.
But I still hate that cat!