Happy Days debuted 48 years ago today. It ran from 1974 through 1984.
I watched it in re-runs as a kid and enjoyed the hell out of it.
I thought about maybe introducing the kids to the show, then it occurred to me:
Watching Richie Cunningham and the Fonz navigate a world absent of pandemic, insurrection, climate change, and tribalism would only make me hate them for their goddamn happy days.
The show’s title sequence alone was almost too much for me to take.
Maybe in a year or two, if we manage to finally tame this virus and preserve our democracy.
