In today’s hypercompetitive environment, the average suburban 11 year-old spends a typical afternoon learning a third language, brushing up on their calculus or discussing harmonic theory. But in the 1970s, it was often spent watching the Mike Douglas Show, getting cooking tips from Harvey Korman, learning what’s next for Joyce DeWitt or finding out what makes Vic Tayback tick.
By 1970s standards, Mike Douglas was hopelessly square, and not in the ironic way of say Weezer or that “Bueller” guy. Day in, day out, he did a variety show in the classic tradition – bangin’ out a couple of standards at the beginning of the show, followed by some lighthearted showbiz chat with the stars of today and yesteryear. And when you were done with your segment, you simply slid down the couch, lit up a Kent or Viceroy and bantered with the next guest. Good times.
This past weekend, at the age of 81, Mr. Douglas “slid down the couch,” so to speak. He is missed.
That was a lovely sendoff; short but sweet, and with a real feel for the time, the show-biz world and the talk show venue.
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