by Fred Prout
Warning: Some of these words might be considered political. They are not. But if you are one of those who are easily offended by everything, stop now. Continue at your own risk. No offense intended.
Rita and I met when we were both working in community theater. The play was called “Not Now Darling“ and it was a British farce. We enjoyed the show because we both appreciated comedy. She enjoyed satire while I was more Marx Brothers. Different tastes, but we managed to enjoy things in spite of that.
Once we took my daughter Janettte to see a Broadway show in New York. While we were waiting in the lobby we got bored, so Janettte and I did the entire Abbott and Costello “Who’s on first“ routine. We got a standing ovation. Well…It Was the lobby — No seats. Thankfully Rita was always a good sport and we all survived.
During our years together, Rita and I enjoyed many TV comedies. Some more than others. One of my favorites, not hers, was The Dukes of Hazzard. A silly show about a couple of good old boys driving around in an orange hot rod called The General Lee with a confederate flag painted on the roof. A silly show about a couple of country bumpkins with no agenda other than having fun with their family and goofing around.
I guess the early eighties were a less divided time in our country. Nobody got offended by the goofy characters, the General Lee, or the flag on the roof. It was a TV show pure and simple. And it made us laugh.
So, as a way of returning to a less contentious time, I just ordered all eight seasons from Netflix. Some time in the near future, I plan on binge watching Bo and Luke driving the General Lee as I am eating my waffles drenched in Aunt Jemima syrup, with a side of Uncle Ben’s. Followed by a Mountain Dew and a Moon Pie.
All the while, I will be thumbing my nose at everybody who gets offended by everything.
And if you don’t like it:
Look away, look away, look away….
Fred and Rita