I am sucker for old television. I know that I am a grown woman but watching shows I remember from when I was young is like going back in time.

I grew up in Brooklyn in an attached house. Our living space was small, but comfy. On the counter right next to the kitchen table where we ate every meal, sat our black and white 14 inch TV.  We had three televisions in the house – this small kitchen tv, the “family” television in our shared den, and my parents had a tv in their room too. Not a color screen in the bunch for a long time.

Looking back, it didn’t matter. The stories were the stories. I Love Lucy, Dark Shadows, Beverly Hillbillies, Star Trek, Lost in Space. Shall I go on? As one episode ended, I looked forward to the next coming up the following week.

Now I’m more of a binge watcher of new material.  I enjoy the luxury of not having to wait for the next episode.

But, as one of those old TV shows comes up, I am absolutely drawn in for a peak. Not so much for the story but because it is like a little time traveling.