Brown Sugar Cinnamon.
Seriously.
It was the only flavor of Pop-Tarts that I would tolerate. All the others had fruit in them. Who wanted fruit when you could have sugar? Stupid ..
The important thing was, they were part of a trinity, the culinary leg of a table of entertainment where I sat during the fall of 1967 and on through the winter, finally ending after a full year. It was then that the corporate mobsters of NBC brought the magic to an end.
In 1965, CBS released a series that would last 4 seasons. Described as "James Bond in a saddle," it was meant to give the dying genre of Westerns a new twist. "The Wild, Wild West" married Q-styled technical creativity with horses and single action Colts, and would ultimately contribute to the rise of a fascinating cultural phenomenon known as Steampunk.
I ate it up. Loved it. Friday night, 7:30, there was no doubt where I'd be.
But after a year it got even better.
