Knowing a little history, I don’t carry illusions about the 1970s being an idyllic time. Even back then, while I didn’t know the context or the interconnections, I knew about the Vietnam War, Watergate, ICBMs, the Cold War, and the murders of JFK, RFK, and Dr. King. I knew about Bobby Sands and the IRA, Yasir Arafat and the PLO, Patty Hearst and the SLO, Charlie Manson and Helter Skelter. I was aware that “out there” things were scary. Still, around my neighborhood, it was mostly manhunt games, Pinewood Derbies, kickball, bicycle jumps, Big-Buddy Bubble Gum, and an Evil Knievel motorcycle toy that, if you really spun it up, could jump damn near all the way across Orton Ave.

Is it weird that, while I know life back then wasn’t idyllic, while I know there were so many problems in the world, it still seems like it was so . . . good?

That’s weird, right?

When I think about the goodness of being a kid in the 1970s – a kid in a blue-collar/middle-class mixed neighborhood that wasn’t very economically diverse and not racially diverse at all – I think about a few things. I think about my grandmother first. Her name was Peggy Parker, and she just radiated fairness, kindness, and love. Whenever I felt hurt, the first person I thought about was Grandma and how I knew – above all other things, that she loved me without reserve, and if that remained true, everything would be okay in the end.

Last night at Annie and Gus's weekly fam-dinner, we had a killer meal and watched the Season 2, Episode 6 of The Bear - and a few things struck me hard.

First: It's the best damn thing on television since Ted Lasso, and; second, it's the best companion show for Ted Lasso one could possibly imagine.

I know, I know, I know. At first blush, the shows couldn't be more different, but in some ways, they're the exact same narrative, just blown inside out. Both shows are about how trauma profoundly warps "normal" people all the time. Both shows have as their backdrop the pre-action suicide of someone who, by all visible measures - to their family and friends, anyway - had the world by the balls. In Ted Lasso, it was his dad, who we never meet. In The Bear, it's the older brother, Michael, who we just really met in the FUCKED-UP Christmas special we just watched last night.