Once, many moons ago, Little Bit came to me and stood with big brown eyes, all serious. "Papa," she asked, "Am I Gunsmoke worthy?"
After assurance she smiled and climbed into my lap. Afterwards, when she visited, and if Gunsmoke was scheduled, we'd share the program as one. It was our little thing. To be granted status as Gunsmoke worthy meant one was qualified to watch Papa's favorite show and knew silence was the rule. And, one never, ever, tried to watch any other program when Gunsmoke was aired. Never.
Blame it on Hallmark. Believe it or not.
If you work for Hallmark you're on my list.