I'm running a little behind on this issue of TV Guide, so without any further fanfare, here's what we were watching 34 years ago last week.
At first I thought the tear on the cover was accidental, but it almost looks intentional, like a die cut. I almost expected another cover underneath that would reveal Michael Landon's chest.
Yep, found it all right. It's lung cancer!
Fred's troubles began.
The only thing I recall about "Will: G. Gordon Liddy" was an early scene in the movie where as a child he killed a rat, cooked it and ate it. I swear that happened.
Foster Brooks stumbles his way through the World's Best Loved Songs! "My Heart Shtood Shtill!" "Why do I hic, why do I hic, why do I even bother to love you..."
"The People's Court": Call with your verdict. It's only 50 cents! That practice seems ripe for charges of mistrial.
What is that guy in the RCA Music Service looking at?
Whoo hoo? I'm over here! No, look down.
Well, I guess even blind people can enjoy music.
Paul Winfield is shorter than I remember.
Bryan Cranston approves of land surveying and Winston.