Taxi!!!!

Last night, in the eighth hour of the Golden Globe awards, somewhere between Prince giving  Jehovah's sexiest witness meets three blind mice couture and Amal Almawhatever's evening gloves getting their own twitter account, I got bored with television.  I know that sounds crazy, but it's true.  TV just isn't what it used to be, and that truly saddens me.  I long for the days of the half hour sitcom with a great theme song that plays through the credits and gets stuck in your head for thirty or forty years that you can sing with your friends when you've had one too many raspberry mojitos at The Abbey.  That show with the great ensemble cast that you'll pause for while channel surfing alone in your hotel on a business trip, even though you've seen the episode a thousand times before, because it feels like a moment with old friends.  A show like Taxi.  Taxi was a damn good show, and they don't make them like that anymore.  And when you get a a chance to meet someone from a show like Taxi, a show you loved growing up in a simpler time and place, you thank them for the wonderful memories.  Which is what I did today with Judd Hirsch.