But besides the Wolfs, and especially Tracy, there were John Wayne movies, Warner Bros. cartoons and Disney Comics. Also Victory At Sea and the Lawrence Welk Show. And no, I never even got to meet the Lennon Sisters. And although I probably could find and walk up to the youngest one's door, I won't. I've moved on.

I got an email the other day showing Eddie Haskell, Wally and the Beaver as they are today. I suppose that 'age' will one day strike me down similarly. I found a photo of the Lennon Sisters as they look today, but you can barely recognize them as human, what with all the air-brushing that was done.
Anyway, like most of us, I am a product of my times. Which I think is a tremendous basis on which to believe in the "Terrorist Threat" from the Middle East, because there isn't a terrorist alive who has ever heard of the Junior Woodchucks.
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Wow, I had no idea that John's four sisters were such talented foxes, though I'm suspicious that the gal at 6 o'clock is really Cybill Shepherd. I learn something new everyday from you, Mr. Bananas!
I'm confused--which isn't a big step for me, being a gray-blond. Are you saying your sister was instrumental in launching you into the heterosexual comedy? Wha??
No, Jana! The family that lived next door, and who had a long, complicated Scandinavian surname, had a significant part in raising me. I changed the name to Wolf so I could have fun with the "I was raised by wolves" cliche. And Tracy wasn't their daughter's name, but that didn't stop her from being seminal in my development as a sexual comedian.
Who's John Wayne, old man?
I kid, I kid. He's that guy who played Genghis Khan in The Conqueror. I don't think he ever made another picture, so that's a pretty obscure reference.
I don't know who the Lennon sisters are, but I doubt they were any more or less noteworthy than Dexy and the Midnight Runners. I could continue countering your childhood memories with my own, but they would make me feel like an infant and you like a wizened sage. Point being, it was all crap, but it was our crap.
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