This week E and I received Season 1 of my second favorite television show of all time: Northern Exposure. It's fun sharing the quirky inhabitants of Cicely, Alaska, with my fifteen-year-old. She's seeing Joel and Maggie, Ed and Maurice, Shelly and Hawling for the first time while I feel as though I'm meeting up with old friends I haven't seen in quite a while. And watching the pilot episode that I'm pretty sure I missed ... priceless!
Northern Exposure was my first drop-everything-to-watch simply-can't miss-it television program. Cicely provided a break from graduate school studies, from book store drudgery, even from pregancy worries as Shelly and I were pregnant at the same time, although I didn't sing throughout my pregnancy (thankfully!).
Our local library system got us the entire season at once, which is a vast improvement over Netflix which sends only one DVD at a time. So, I guess I need to remove Season 1 from our Netflix queue, and find some other films to take its place....
It's nice to be back in Cicely; it's a place of the mind and the heart, even if it's fictional. Fictional, in my twisted mind, is almost as real as real life.