Elfini and I used to talk on the phone after the bars closed. Obviously this is a long time ago, I'm only up at 3am now because as I've gotten older, I've developed the bladder of an 8 year old girl.
What did we talk about? Love lives, politics, the directions of our lives??
It was all about bad TV. "You won't believe what I'm watching!" one of us would shout into a phone (actually wired into the handset). This was back before cable took over and latenight TV was glorious. There was the Love Boat episode with Andy Warhol; the works of American actor Tony Randall (The Seven Faces of Dr. Lao); and above all there was The Streets of San Francisco.
Initially, I wasn't sold. It was a bit campy, but I didn't think it was phone call worthy. I thought she was hooked because we were moving to SF that August and it was like a travelogue for her.
"No, watch Michael Douglas. He's in love with Karl Malden."
Then, I got it. Streets became mandatory late night viewing. That summer, we'd be at the bars, maybe go for late night Mexican, and make sure to be back in our beds by the time Steve Keller and Mike Stone looked longingly into each other's eyes.
Ah, youth and romance.
Anywho, it seems like CBS is looking to remake the series. Will they go all out and explore the dynamics of homosexual romance and touch the even edgier controversy of the Father/Son sub-culture here in Sodom.*
I mean, otherwise, just kick out another CSI and don't get our hopes up.
*Not kidding. Knew a guy who, every week, went to a special barber shop where he and his partner could play out the father/son thing.
Go in Peace