Unbelievable

One of my childhood guilty pleasures was watching Adam-12, one of those ubiquitous 1970s cop shows.  I think my interest sprang from the fact that we had a bunch of police officers in our family -- my grandfather was a motorcycle officer, my uncle was in the LAPD, and one of my cousins is married to a detective -- that's all I can remember right now.  So the guys in blue (or beige, depending on the force) were familiar and friendly figures to me.  I liked this show enough as a 12-year-old to write to the stars, and they were kind enough to respond with autographed photos.  I'm not sure if I still have them somewhere in my ocean of files.

So, I've been at my sister's place for the Easter weekend, and she has the Hulu box.  She scanned through the television offerings and says, "hey, there's Adam-12."  For grins and giggles, we decided to watch the first episode of the first season... and fourteen episodes later, it's time for bed.

The show was of better quality than we remembered.  Although the early acting was a little wooden, the cast warmed up as the weeks went by.  There is a certain innocence and simplicity to the storylines and to the situations -- today police don't have to ask to use your phone to call an ambulance, or use a pay phone to call in a license.  In the show, perps were surprisingly cooperative and had a low creep factor.  I can't watch American cop shows today, but it was fun to revisit Southern California through Adam-12.

So Sis, next time I come over and you ask where we left off, the last episode we watched was number 14, "Log 81."

The Emperor and I do watch cop shows at home, though -- the British shows with the cynical detective chief inspector and his sidekick, the detective sergeant -- Inspector Morse, Inspector Lewis, George Gently, and Midsomer Murders for example.  Even though it was somewhat grim and gritty, we also enjoyed DaVinci's Inquest, which is about a coroner in Vancouver.

Besides hanging around doing practically nothing, I spun some of that Knitpicks Wool of the Andes roving, made it into a 3-ply yarn, and then knitted a really simple pair of cuffs, just to take something from start to finish.

Oh, it's bedtime.  Good night.