The past few Septembers have been dotted with a non-specific sort of agitation, as if something somewhere were missing in my life. I took inventory of my emotions (confusion, mild rage, skepticism, scorn, delight, joy, happiness and pure bliss) and found them all intact, and then it hit me.
September used to mean new TV shows and new cars. And not any more, for the most part.
Man, I'm telling you, the time was that TV networks would show promos for new shows coming on right after Labor Day and excitement reigned. "They're making a 'Dennis The Menace' situation comedy," people screamed! "How many more days must I survive until the premiere of 'CPO Sharkey,' starring Don Rickles?" pondered many. "I can't wait until that new 'Maury' show comes on!" cried many. And then it came on, and many more cried.
Now, instead of three networks with new shows that no one wishes to watch, there are 237 networks, and the only shows that people are looking at feature poorly-educated, un-shaven-and-shorn rustics. We revere televised individuals from whom we would move away, were they to sit next to us in a diner.
|This is a Plymouth Fury. It was not a rocket ship.|
Today, the Toyota Camry changes the door on the gas cap every couple of years, and that's about it. The NASCAR cars all look like the same non-NASCAR cars. And can you tell me three differences between a Corolla and a Civic? What in the devil is a Passat, a Tiguan or a Touareg?
Every kid could tell you the difference between the Chevies..the el cheapo Biscayne, the moderately-priced BelAir, the top of the line Impala, and the top of the Impala line, the Impala Super Sport. Ford, Mercury, Plymouth, Dodge, and the rest of the GM line (Pontiac, Oldsmobile, Cadillac) of cars all had major changes from year to year, and the new models all came out every September, while Liberace never did.