Wishbone

I was raised on Wishbone.

Not the salad dressing. The TV show. It was a classic. Little dog, great literature, brilliant comedy, amazing costumes, and characters with the coolest names ever: Joe Talbot, Samantha Kepler, Nathaniel Bobelesky, Damont Jones, Wanda Gilmore, and Mr. Pruitt to name a few.


Last night my husband and I tried to watch the Gerard Depardieu version of Cyrano de Bergerac. But the whole time I had the Wishbone version of it running through my mind and actually thought it to be better.

Compare:

'You love the little birds, I think? I see you've managed with a fond research To find their tiny claws a roomy perch!' vs. 'Do you love the bird so much, you let him perch on your nose?'

and

'How serves that oblong capsular? For scissor-sheath? Or pot to hold your ink?' vs. 'What do you keep in there? Your pen, or your whole writing desk?"

I miss Wishbone.