Some were mourning the death of Dick Clark today, and I understand that since he was such a part of the fabric of teen lives for the past six decades. And yet, I was never a huge Bandstand fan, maybe because watching my 1970's contemporaries shimmy and hustle with perfect bodies, hair and teeth made me realize I was lucky to go to a girls school.
But when I heard that Barnabas Collins had died, it was a sock to the gut. Jonathan Frid, the lovelorn vampire's alter ego passed away today, and with him a piece of my earliest, TV-loving youth.
I remember rushing home from St. Mary's Academy in Logan to watch him pine away for the beautiful Josette and battle the infinitely-more-sexy (and devious) Angelique.
The acting was fairly over the top, the sets were low rent (I remember watching Barnabas swat a fly that made its unfortunate way onscreen and refused to leave) and the storylines were simplistic.