Tick Tick Tick Tick Tick.
Is there any sound more powerful, authoritative, magical, than the Tick Tick Tick Tick Tick of 60 Minutes?
That sound whisks me back 40 years, maybe even 50 years. To sitting in my grandparents’ living room on a Sunday evening after a family dinner. To All In The Family, and Barney Miller, and Mel’s Diner. To grandma and grandpa (and my cousin Gus) still alive and well. To mom and dad being in their youthful prime, Karrie being a kid. To knowing that my school friends would be at school with me the next day. It takes me back to Little League baseball. Youth basketball. 89er football. Dungeons and Dragons.
Carter and/or Reagan are President. People still have pensions. Newspapers are still a thing. I have my entire life still ahead of me. And grandma and grandpa (and Gus) are still alive and well. And we’re all still young.
60 Minutes isn’t perfect. It’s an entertainment show. But how much I love that Tick Tick Tick Tick Tick. And how it whisks me back in time to youth and Sunday evenings with my family.
I love that Tick Tick Tick Tick Tick Tick so much. It’s magical. It’s a time machine. And I don’t even know (or care) if 60 Minutes is still on the air. I’m just grateful to the person who thought, You know what would be great? Opening the show with a giant pocket watch that goes Tick Tick Tick Tick Tick. Whereever they are, thank you for the magic you continue to bring me.
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