By Jacob Bembry
When I was a child, I loved watching westerns and crime dramas on television. I would pretend that I was Marshal Dillon, or McGarrett from Hawaii Five-O or Reed or Malloy from Adam-12.
These shows were lost to the ages for me, along with my childhood, unless I caught reruns on an obscure channel on cable or satellite and then it was hit and miss as far as the time the shows aired. Now, though, I can watch the shows anytime I like either on Netflix or on Hulu.
Along with these shows, I can also watched old childhood favorite cartoons like The Archies and Fat Albert. I can catch reruns of old sitcoms like Dennis the Menace, Green Acres and the Andy Griffith Show. For my love of sci fi, I can even watch the original (and the best) Star Trek shows.
I have watched most of the Dragnet reruns on Hulu and, right now, I am addicted to watching the Adam-12 reruns on Netflix.
There are so many newer shows that have no redeeming value to them. Even the “family” cable channels are cluttered with them. As a Christian, it is hard to swallow these shows. I would much rather dine on the wholesomeness of the old shows.