I remember my parents taking me with them to a drive-in movie so they could watch M*A*S*H and since it was the second feature, I would be sound asleep.
Looking back, I could never understand why my parents, with me as their only, extremely precocious child, ever attempted such things. Hopeful, perhaps, that they would not be a repeat of Henry and Alice Mitchell.
The next morning, I was repeating phrases and words from the movie.
When the television show ran from 1972-1983, I was either too young or too busy to watch it, often. However, Mother and I were a bit sniffly as we watched the final episode.
Life at Ball State University reconnected me with the beloved sitcom. As we waited in the lounge for our dining hall supper groups to gather, M*A*S*H was always on the Swinford Hall television. As the episode began rolling the credits, the area cleared out.
I appreciate the show’s writing and the brilliance of the assembled players, but I never hooked snuggly with the series.