Bewitched

I visited a friend's blog and she was talking about the TV show Bewitched.

This is an important show.

First, I'm glad it's back on so later generations can weigh in on the thorny issue of which Darren was the better. I liked the first one, the one who isn't Dick York (I think). I remember feeling cheated and shocked at a young age when they just changed the actor who played the leading character on me, without ever acknowledging it.

Two, I had a crush on Elizabeth Montgomery, as I did on every woman on a TV show I liked.

Three, I remember feeling pretty smug when I discovered that she didn't wiggle her nose, but her mouth and it just looked like her nose.

Four, in one episode (or maybe it was Jeannie) she froze everyone around her, stopping time. That, rather than invisibility or flying, became the one magical power I've always wanted.

Fifth, a precocious child, I noticed Elizabeth Montgomery's husband was the producer for the show. I reasoned that he developed the whole show as a showcase for his wife's one talent, that nose wiggling thing. Well, that and stirring the loins of young men such as myself. I think this is when my distaste for Hollwyood first began.


Would you believe it? I'm *still* working on those damn cards. I have everything written down on notebook paper that I need to put on the cards, but I'm getting bored with all the transcribing.

Still need to finish that Lotty-Tonino chapter, too.