The Duke Brothers and Us

Last night I needed sometime to veg out so I laid down on the bed and began flipping channels. I came across an old episode of the Dukes of Hazzard and pleasant memories of watching the show as a child kept my eyes glued to the T.V.

The show may not be of the greatest quality, but I remember as a child after getting my bath and ready for bed, I would lay down in the living room floor, curl up with a blanket and enjoy my favorite prime time tv show with a bowl of cereal. I must have been in kindergarten at the time. Dad took a nap in his chair and mom read Reader’s Digest while I waited in anticipation for General Lee to take off on a chase, make a huge jump, and honk Dixie through the air. I cracked up with laughter every time ole’ Roscoe P. Cole Train went Git-Git-Git….and his dog, Flash, did nothing.

It could be argued that it was a waste of time watching that show as dumb as it was, but I wouldn’t trade the memory of being with mom and dad for anything else. Seeing that show, made me feel at home again, curled up in a warm, safe place with not a single worry in the world.

I don’t care what the TV show is today, but I want my son to have the same kind of memory one day.