So, in an effort to think about something soothing, let's talk about the greatest show of all time...those crazy kids from Santa Monica, where we've been waiting for you...Three's Company.
After 9/11, when G and I just couldn't take watching CNN and NY1 24 hours a day, we would switch to Nick at Night and watch Three's Company. We both agreed that it reminded us of being little girls, with no worries and certainly no planes flying into buildings outside our window. It was a kinder, gentler era -- where the mere hint of sexuality brought on huge laughs. Where Mrs. Roper put up with Stanley in a desparate bid to get laid. Where short shorts were the height of fashion and a night out at the Regal Beagle was enough fun to last a lifetime.