Control Panels

You don’t have to push a member of my generation all that hard to get them to open up about their favourite childhood television shows. I was sitting with a good friend of mine drinking coffee recently and he was reminiscing about a show from his childhood by the name of Combat, starring Vic Morrow. He’d been given the complete boxed set of DVDs of this program as a Christmas gift and he was telling me about how he’d enjoyed watching five or six episodes in a row over the Christmas break with one of his granddaughters sitting next to him. The poor child probably hadn’t been warned that the world used to be black and white in the ‘olden days’ because she promptly fell asleep in his lap. In spite of only about three years difference in our ages I have no recollection of Combat, much to my friend’s chagrin.

So I make no claim to speak for my entire generation when I say that for my childhood friends and me, show to watch was . Not much else came close to the magnetic draw of Will Robinson, Dr Smith and the robot as far as we were concerned (with the possible exception of Barbara Eden in , although that was for completely different reasons). In spite of all the adventures, monsters and exciting technology like ray guns that appeared in the thing that had the strongest