{"id":1293,"date":"2010-05-28T22:54:51","date_gmt":"2010-05-28T22:54:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/jolene-test.com.bishopcompsol.com\/?p=1293"},"modified":"2010-05-28T22:54:51","modified_gmt":"2010-05-28T22:54:51","slug":"his-name-was-mr-ed","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/jolenephilo.com\/staging\/his-name-was-mr-ed\/","title":{"rendered":"His Name Was Mr. Ed"},"content":{"rendered":"

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My speaking engagements earlier this week took me out of town for less than 24 hours. But the time away resulted in a wink from God and a blast from the past. The blast from the past came during morning exercise time after my overnight stay. I flipped through the TV channels, looking for something to distract me from the pain and boredom that accompanies the stretching the kinks in these old muscles. When strains of the Mr. Ed theme song began, minus the lyrics, I quit channel surfing.<\/p>\n

But why wasn\u2019t anyone singing the lyrics (which practically every child who attended elementary school in the 1960s knows by heart) along the sit com\u2019s perky little melody?
\nBecause, as the first scene revealed, this was the first episode of the entire series. The lyrics would have given away the show\u2019s hilarious premise – unsuspecting, newlywed couple buys a new house complete with a talking horse, who only talks when the husband is around.<\/p>\n

Boy oh boy, this history lover was in for a pop history lesson!<\/p>\n

However, my childlike enthusiasm was short-lived. My fifty-three-year-old sensibilities were not nearly as impressed by the show\u2019s hilarious premise as my eight-year-old self had been. By the first commercial break, I understood why my parents hated the show and added a few of my own reasons:<\/p>\n