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Daktari

Submitted by stevenl on Wed, 03/22/2006 - 10:47pm.

For reasons that are obscure and mysterious, I suddenly started thinking about a mindless TV show that I watched 40 years ago called Daktari. Is this what happens as the mind melts in the late Boomer midlife? Has anyone else out there in OlyBlog had the joy of being contacted by the AARP Mafia yet? Have you succumbed to their blandishments? I'm not retired, and I'm not old, so go away AARP!

Oh sweet Jesus, now the $#@&%$ lyrics of Petticoat Junction are running through my head! Must ... resist ... but ... force ... is too ... strong ...

Come ride the little train that is rolling down the tracks to the junction.
(Petticoat Junction)
Forget about your cares, it is time to relax at the junction.
(Petticoat Junction)
Lotsa curves, you bet. Even more when you get
To the junction, Petticoat Junction.
There's a little hotel called the Shady Rest at the junction.
(Petticoat Junction)
It is run by Kate, come and be her guest at the junction.
(Petticoat Junction)
And that's Uncle Joe, he's a movin' kind of slow at the junction,
Petticoat Junction.

AAIIIEEEEE!!!!! Stop! Stop! Will this nightmare never cease? Will my brain cells ever cleanse themselves from the hours of primitive garbage (excepting JP Patches, naturally) I soaked up during the late 1950s and through the 1960s from that infernal black and white Motorola that had no remote control and we had to actually change stations (all three of them) with our own *sob!* *choke* HAND?

Help! When we Boomers start filling up the nursing homes, we're going to be sitting in our wheelchairs and drooling and reciting the same TV lyrics over and over, because like it or not that was the culture that united us and it got drilled into our heads during the pioneer era of television. So have pity on us and when we ask for a cigar, like Jedediah Leland in Citizen Kane, be a sport and humor our little foibles.

Daktari had a crossed-eyed lion as one of stars. But better than that was the character of Tear-Along The Dotted Lion on Beany and Cecil. An early influence on the fine art of punning.

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Beany and Cecil! I had the

Submitted by Sarah on Thu, 03/23/2006 - 4:46am.

Beany and Cecil! I had the hat. And Daktari, we viewers seeing through the eyes of a crossed-eyed lion.....could be why we are all now...you know. Something or other.

I don't get the audio memories as much, I get the visuals. My Favorite Martian comes to mind. Still no music, I must be theme song impaired.

That just leaves more room

Submitted by stevenl on Thu, 03/23/2006 - 5:14am.

That just leaves more room in your brain for the Floating Baby Head song.

Wow, you guys are a bunch of

Submitted by white feather on Thu, 03/23/2006 - 11:08am.

Wow, you guys are a bunch of old farts.......

Indeed. I myself am ancient.

Submitted by Sarah on Thu, 03/23/2006 - 3:23pm.

Indeed. I myself am ancient. Why, I even recall when the wheel was invented. It was a dark and stormy night. The whole round spoked rolling thing was my idea, but was I given credit? Of course not.

So Sarah, what was it like

Submitted by white feather on Thu, 03/23/2006 - 5:55pm.

So Sarah, what was it like to ride a dinosaur??

Bumpy

Submitted by Sarah on Thu, 03/23/2006 - 6:02pm.

.....unless I used a saddle and it was a winged dino. Then there was the stench, absolutely fetid. They didn't particularly care for me either.

I, for one, am not old. If

Submitted by stevenl on Thu, 03/23/2006 - 10:29pm.

I, for one, am not old. If you cut me in half and count the rings, I probably have more than most of you in OlyBlog (but not all, I know there are a few of you out there who predate me), but so what? I'm still just as dumb as I was at 20, except I've been knocked around a lot more. You B.F. Skinner fans would say maturity is nothing more than an accumulation of survival skills learned as a result of behaviorism. And, come to think of it, I am more inclined than not to agree with you.

As an Evergroove aside, it was rumored B.F. Skinner's daughter, the one kept in the "Skinner Box," was a student there in then 1970s. Totally untrue as far as I can tell.

Anyway, instead of Pterosaurs and having the Flintstones as my neighbors, my prehistory consists of a time before zip codes, before the incorporation of Lacey, when phone numbers started with word prefixes like "Fleetwood9-4181." Back when the Smith Tower was the tallest building in Seattle (The Smith What?!). Back when Presidents like Eisenhower and Kennedy were still respected just because they were the President. Back when Division and Harrison was just a sleepy intersection, hardly needing a traffic light. Back when Olympia was a smug, self-satisfied redneck little jerkwater town.

Obviously, some things have changed for the better.

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