Let me apologize to anyone who reads this thread for the post last night -- upon reflection, it was the wrong tone -- just wrong. I so wanted to respond to Harry's post these past days, that was somehow stuck in my mind. When I sat down to do it last night, what came out was different than I would have wanted, and, as these things go, they can get out of hand in the moment, even when intentions are good. I should really know better. I so enjoyed Harry's post, capturing what the night of September 16, 1967 was like, by the shows on TV. Because shows back then were often aired at most twice before going into syndication, we can often place exactly where we were at certain times of our lives -- and in turn, relate that to who we were then -- and now. . Of course, I can do that for Mannix -- but, like Harry, I can do that for other shows as well. That is a big part of who we were -- and so who we are now, because we once experienced that so strongly. And, because we really do live so much in our minds, because our minds are so much who we are, and so powerfully enabled by story, we are more when we realize which stories move us -- and why. That is all I should have said last night -- and, I really did intend for the post to be entirely positive, which, in a strange way, it really is.