Whenever some blowhard starts talking about the anonymity of the suburbs, or the mindlessness of the TV generation. Because we know that inside each one of those identical boxes, with its Dodge parked out front, and its white bread on the table, and its TV set glowing blue in the falling dusk, there were people with stories. There were families bound together in the pain and the struggle of love. There were moments that made us cry with laughter. And there were moments, like that one, of sorrow and wonder.
I had no idea “The Wonder Years” was so well-written.
FYI: It’s all on Netflix Instant Watch.
Just strange and wonderful things (usually simultaneously strange and wonderful) I find on the internet.
Probably some stuff I create too.
