Each Wednesday night in 1981, my Dad and I would return home from church and sit down together to watch The Greatest American Hero. The show, which ran on ABC for three seasons, was more comedy than drama, and it made my Dad laugh.
Dad was then, and remains today, an intensely private sort of fellow, and laughing--especially a good ol' rip-roaring belly laugh--is a pretty public display of emotion. So, anything that made my Dad laugh out loud was cool with me, and I enjoyed watching episodes with him mostly because of that.
I miss that show.