Not that I ever had a shot at him or anything, but I do enjoy my Perry Mason-Della Street fantasies. There was some serious chemistry between the two characters. Growing up, I wanted a job like Della's. She was competent and smart and Perry was a dreamy boss. And Paul Drake, the honest, reliable go-to private detective was easy on the eyes.
And the cars...don't get me started on the cars. Yes, I know they probably only got, like, seven miles to the gallon, but can you imagine cruising around town in one of those lovely beasts?
Part of our stay-at-home curriculum has involved watching lots of old episodes of Perry Mason. We have the whole series on DVD.
We've viewed all of these shows at least twice, yet Mr. Ginley and I are still murky most of the time on whom the killer might be. One or the other of us will call out during the course of the drama, "I bet she's the one." Mr. Ginley will sometimes opine, "I hope that guy is the killer. He's a real SOB."
I love courtroom dramas, especially when you know Perry is going to be the victor and the bad guy is going to get caught in the end.
You'd think, given all this, I'd be a big fan of Law & Order. Not so much. Too often, the bad guys got away with it. Too much like real life. No thanks.
If I'm going to be tucked inside on a rainy day like this, my preference is for escapism.
The real world is too real for me. I need a break.
Hand me the remote!
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