Sometimes I really miss the golden era of TV. You know, the Arthur Godfrey show and Gary Moore's "I've got a secret" with clouds of cigarette smoke on camera. Who didn't want to be a Musketeer? No, Miss Kitty and Matt Dillion probably weren't doing the wild thing, but we never knew for sure who was. What I wouldn't give for a good ol' Laverne and Shirley, or Alice, or even Happy Days again. What innocent times, when Mr. Ed was the only animal speaking to us. I was always home from the Teen Club on Friday nights at 9:00 to watch, The Twilight Zone, who could miss that? And, of course the rush home from school to see Dark Shadows and whether Barnaby was a vampire. School began with The Pledge of Allegiance and The Lord's Prayer. Even when we were asked to hide under our desks for a drill, we didn't realize or understand what danger there really was. It was an innocent time to grow up and in a way we were all Queen for a Day. I'll tell you honestly my mother could cut a rug better than anyone in front of the TV with Dick Clark and American Bandstand. My love of dancing probably came from her. And, there was the love of God, and goodness. Some of you may be a bit too young to appreciate all of the shows I've mentioned, but in my thoughts, I do miss the simplicity of those days, and TV that was still wholesome, and entertaining. We've lost something important here, and sometimes we need to just be sad and reflective about that.