The Dukes of Hazzard
February 27th, 2005CMT is bringing back The Dukes of Hazzard. I search for meaning or something I can learn in everything. There is none here. The Dukes thing is nothing but candy and mindless entertainment. But they sure were good at it.
Last night CMT did a special edition of “Inside the Fame” with the cast of the Dukes. In it, John Schneider admitted that the General Lee was the most recognized car in the world. But… then he said that had there been no General Lee in the show, it would’ve still been a success because of characters and writing and blah, blah, freakin’ blah. Nice try, John.
I was nine when the show debuted. I wasn’t allowed to watch it then. The only reason I really wanted to was because that car was cool and it could jump stuff. It’s really hard to believe that was 25 years ago.
My mother recently sent me the tape of the first time I ever preached from a pulpit in a church. I was eight years old. At the end of the recording it cuts to an episode of the Dukes of Hazzard. Once I was allowed to watch it, I audio recorded every show. Sitting with the tape recorder in front of the TV, pausing the recording when the commercials came, scolding the rest of the family if they made a noise in my “studio.” It was the highlight of my week so I recorded it and listened to it the next day multiple times. No one in the family wanted to watch the summer re-runs with me because I knew every line.
In fourth grade, when it rained and we had “indoor recess,” we played “Dukes of Hazzard” because I was alpha male and suggested it. I was always Luke Duke because he was the smart one that always had a plan. And… because I suggested the game in the first place, I always got to pick the prettiest girl to be Daisy. (It was years later that I realized that if I was Luke I could never have Daisy because we were cousins.)
One of the fondest memories I have of my Dad was when he took me to “Autorama.” We saw THE (wink wink) General Lee there and I took a picture of my Dad standing next to it. In many ways, my life was complete right then. I certainly thought it was at the time.
I had a great childhood and I owe a great debt to my Mom and Dad for that. Adulthood sucks. Even as a child I saw that. I didn’t want to grow up then and I still don’t. But where can you hide?
I sure do miss my Dad.
Man, I don’t care if she was my sister, I woulda got me some of that Daisy.
I’m a sucker for the dark-headed boys.
I didn’t want to be Daisy. I wanted to be Princess Leia, minus the cinnamon bun hairdo, but with the nice white dress. Hmm…yeah, I think I liked Luke better. The man with the plan…better to lead ya than the one with merely good looks. Good looks + brains + some brawn = nice combo.
I finally got a comment outta Bane. I didn’t even know you were lurking around here. I lurk at your blog every day. Can’t comment there even if I want to, because your Haloscan links don’t work in Safari for some reason. They work for me in Firefox, but I’m not launching another browser just to spout off to you.
Elena, my dear, you’re in luck. I have dark hair and a plan.
Wait. No. I don’t have a plan. But I do have dark hair and brains. The brawn is in atrophy and the good looks never really were here.
Did I mention I have dark hair?
I wasn’t allowed to watch Dukes of Hazard either, or Three’s Company, or The Love Boat because my mother had become a born again Christain by that time and she considered them a bad influence.
Now, if you new the rock and roll, (my father was in a sixties band that had 6 hit singles, one of the was number one for the entire summer in the Chicagoland area) hippie, drugs and free love culture that was the background for my very early years – you’d laugh your head off at my mothers offense to these television shows.
Oh, and (happy claps, happy claps) your my age, 34, right? This makes me feel good. Why? Because I was feeling like I was sooooo much older then most of you bloggers that I’ve considered chaning my handle from cZja to “Gramma” at times.
“Are you retired, too?”
“Not me… I’m in my prime.”
You’re not old, cZja. These days you’re not even middle-aged yet.