Miller Time

As I meander through my somewhat adult life I realize that the little television exposure I did have effected the way I live. Sometimes my imagination is too big for books and definitely too big for TV when growing up. In my youth I believed in Sesame Street and wanted to live there in the apartment building when I was grown. I preferred Rhoda to Mary. Her attic apartment was the best---complete with a beaded doorway in which I desired to have in my first apartment. Of course Rhoda would be my best friend. We would comb each others long hippie inspired hair, drink lots of coffee and moan about life (and how we really didn't like perfect teeth Mary). And of course I would be married to Detective Stan "Wojo" Wojciehowicz from Barney Miller. Sometimes I wish it could be Captain Miller---but he was married after all. Fast forward twenty years or so. Here I am. I live in the upstairs of an old house. I have earthy artist friends like Rhoda (and I have the long hippie-like hair). I still love Sesame street and my art is reflective of the beauty found in childhood imaginings. And I am married---to a man of Slovak heritage and not Polish heritage. He is not a cop or a detective, but I believe he is a very honorable man. What does all this mean? When looking for a chair for the studio I wanted a Barney Miller chair. I found a feminine version---but I consider it my Barney Miller chair. The husband assembled it last night while I was at work, I was elated to come home and take a spin---imagining the crew at the 12th precinct and wondering who had to have the drag duty in the park for the night, what Fish ate for lunch...and pondered where would WoJo be now...