Friday night, it occured to me (too late for the evening) that my dad might really like Firefly. I mean, what’s not to like, but, really, he’s an old Western watcher from way back.
Saturday night, I thought I’d let the High Priest of Firefly Fandom, Doyce, give my dad a one-paragraph description of the show. That turned into a good hour of discussion and explication, complete with a teaser viewing of the first part of the Friday night episode that Doyce just happened to have brought over for Margie and me to watch some time this week.
Sunday afternoon? Whilst Katherine napped and football games droned on, we and my folks ended up watching the tape …
Now, if only we can all repeat that 10,000 times, we might have a geniune hit on our hands …