My father is a big fan of The Andy Griffith Show. And to me, my father is Andy.
Yes, I know that makes me Opie by default, but since Andy Taylor never shacked up with either Ellie or Helen, that sort of makes my stepmother Aunt Bee.
And that thought is... enjoyable...
There's something about the way that Andy talks to son that reminds me of my father. Sure, I'm cynical and overly jaded, but every time I happen upon the episode where Opie stands up to the bully and proudly comes home to show Andy his black eye, I start crying. And I don't stop until the end credits finish rolling.
I guess it's because Andy treats his son with respect, and in addition to being his father, he's also his friend. A family that chooses to become friends.
And for awhile, my father and I were friends. Best friends. And I miss those days.
Years ago, my stepmother asked me why I hate her so much and I bluntly said, "Because you took my father away from me." What I should have said was, "You took my best friend away from me."
So, while you may laugh at Andy and Opie when you watch them, I tune in and occasionally get a little piece of my father back.
There's nothing better.
Well, maybe if the episode contains The Fun Girls. That's a little better.
That's the best!