The concept of these shortened seasons of TV programming started me thinking—always a dangerous proposition.
The Adventures of Ozzie and Harriett, I Love Lucy, Bonanza, The X-Files—These iconic TV series’ became American experiences because, well, they were popular, but more than that, they were ALWAYS on. They ran from September through June—then, during the summer months, there were re-runs of some of the episodes until the new season started the following September.
You could depend on Ozzie bumbling his way through his life in your living room a half hour every week. It was a given. He and his family became part of your life.
That just can't happen now, if a season of TV programming lasts only from July to September.
Do all old guys wish that things were like they used to be?
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