Jack Klugman died.
Like everyone else of my age cohort, I grew up on The Odd Couple -- meaning watching them onc e a week. By the time I was an adult, the new episodes were over and they were in syndication.
Klugman played Oscar (sloppy sportswriter) and Tony Randall played Felix (prissy and tidy). The two men lived together. Krugman got his place when his marriage crumbled. Felix came to call when his marriage crumbled. Penny Marshall was on the better episodes of the series.
To be honest, I think we all just watched to see what was going to make Felix explode this week. Oscar exploded as well but Felix did so with more flair. It's like the difference between a Shirley explosion and a Laverne explosion. With Laverne (or Oscar), you watch and you can understand why the explosion takes place, you can identify. With Felix and Shirley, they had this whole fantasy going on in their heads about how things were and when reality interfered in some way, it was time to explode.
So that was The Odd Couple. (Before it was a TV show, it was a movie and before that a very successful Broadway play -- Neil Simon was the writer.)
So, you're saying, I understand you writing about him.
No, you don't.
That was my Klugman series. My Klugman series was Quincy.
Quincy was the show. Everything that came after owes a huge debt to Quincy. Klugman's a medical coroner and the show is not the generic guest star and crime we'd all gotten used to. This was a show where the character and the personality mattered -- like some of USA Network's better shows.
Quincy was must-see TV and it aired on NBC. I remember being extremely pissed when NBC gave Quincy the axe. That may ahve been the first time I was truly disgusted with a network. I believe it aired on Wednesdays.
Jack Klugman had other TV roles and he had film roles and theater. But to me, he was always Quincy. I wouldn't want to sleep with Oscar, for example. But Quincy? Hell yeah!
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