Maybe my youth made me idealistic, but growing-up in the ‘50’s we understood right was right, and wrong was wrong. The bad guys never won, and no matter what happened, after thirty minutes Ward Cleaver always reminded us of where the bar was set, and we didn’t compromise our values to meet objectives.
Life was good in the ‘50’s, but when reality slaps us in the face it can cause our starry-eyed ideals to fade.
As the hands of time slowly lifted the fog from my youth I learned:
What JFK really did in the White House pool.
That June Cleaver Smoked like a chimney, and swore like a longshoreman.
That Dan Gurney, no matter how wholesome wasn’t old enough to be president.
Why “The Rifleman” wasn’t married. (Eeuwww… and I even had a “Rifleman” gun!)
I didn’t chew gum in school, nor did I run in the halls. I behaved myself because I wanted to grow-up to be like mom and dad. Then I saw this ad and wondered just what mom and dad did behind closed doors:
A good many decades have passed and yes, maybe now I can imagine Ward spanking June, and I’m starting to wonder did June like it? Well…it would have boosted the ratings. “Leave it to…” a title change might have been in order.
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