It is 7:55 on Thursday evening. When I noticed the time, something strange kindled within me. I thought about the joy and laughter and closeness that Thursdays meant for my family. We would order Chinese Food from Friendship (or Hing Fat) and watch the Cosby Show. Here I sit, in 2010, missing those Thursday nights, but ever grateful for the way they shaped me. It is my hope that when I have children, that TV will have returned to some measure of wholesome/ethical/responsible/funny programming and that we can enjoy takeout—one a week—while we watch and discuss.
images taken from: http://shanghaiist.com/attachments/shang_erichu/chinese_takeout.jpg and http://americanthings.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/cosby-show-by-ginavivinetto-files-wordpressdotcom.jpg