Living On a Movie Set

I remember some of the shows from my early years. They were odd, challenging and mysterious all at the same time.

They were mysterious because even at that time, “the latest in polyester and spandex” didn’t add up to a new planet or an unexplored world. One tear walking through a sticker patch and you can almost hear the rest of your shirt tear.

Some of the favorites, well, the fantasy I suppose, were of heroes, the testosterone-rich get-it-done and take-no-prisoners type of movies that probably drove young men to shooting ranges, martial arts studios and everything that makes wives and girlfr...