Hell in a Handbasket

This was a Facebook memory from 2016

Lisa Mackey was telling me about these great Christmas specials on GetTV, I am getting a chance to re-live the horror of all the '70s variety shows that I watched as a child.

Tonight we watched Cher and also the Sonny and Cher Christmas special. Where else can you see Redd Foxx sing songs from the 1930s, or William Conrad sing opera. I also learned that Chastity (Chaz) Bono wanted racing cars and a Planet of The Apes treehouse for Christmas. Redd Foxx even got political, with his wishes for all the bigots of the world.

This also stirred up a memory that, if you believe in Hell, makes me a candidate to go there, for certain! I remember Sonny & Cher was my favorite show when I was in third grade, I was completely mesmerized whenever it was on. I was even jealous of Chastity, thinking how great it must be for her to get to be on TV and have cool parents like Sonny & Cher. So one Sunday, while the show was in progress, who stops by but the most beloved Catholic priest in Watertown, NY, Father Benoit Dostie. I think he was making his rounds to check on the lapsed Catholics, my mother had stopped attending church, and he came by to pitch the idea of sending me to Catholic school. Like a child from the Omen, I turned around and shushed him for talking too loud during my favorite tv show of all time. I remember the stunned look on his face, he was probably wondering if his exorcism kit was in the car. He left shortly after that. I would have been so embarrassed if I was a parent and my kid behaved that way...I'm sure most of you reading this, had you done such a thing, would have gotten the spanking of your life. But strangely enough they seemed glad that I did it, maybe they just wanted to be rid of him for good, and he never did come back...

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