If I remember correctly, I was in kindergarten when the television series The “Dukes of Hazzard” claimed the top spot in the Nielsen ratings.  It is entirely possible I’m wrong about the dates.  Sometimes I remember things differently than other people.  Or the even the truth.  The other day I argued with someone about when she taught primary.  I was pretty insistent I was right until I realized, uh, she probably knows her own timeline better than me.  Oops.

So, if I’m not mistaken, The Dukes of Hazzard was all the hubbub when I went to kindergarten – but don’t quote me on that.  It’s not really important to the story anyway.

You remember the plot line don’t you?  A couple of good ol’ boys running around in a cool car.  Outwitting the lawmen.  That’s about it.  When I say a couple of good ol’ boys, I mean grown men.  And no, I don’t know anything about cars but I do recognize a cool name when I see it.  What can I say?  I am pretty partial to anything with the name Lee in it.

I watched the series faithfully back then.   It’s on CMT nowadays.  I can’t watch it now.  I tried.  All those cousins with one “Uncle Jesse.”   The bumbling sheriff with the you-know-you-want-to-try-and-imitate-it laugh.  The little Kentuckian mob boss always dressed in white despite all that dust the cars kick up.  There’s a possibility, it all might be just a little farfetched.

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Apparently, a few of the guys might have found Daisy Duke attractive.  I guess.  While all the girls were twitterpated with Bo Duke.  Let’s just say 99.9% of the girls.  But there was one – I know because I’m that one – that had to go against the grain.  The popular blond haired cousin repulsed me.  I professed, quite loudly, that Luke Duke was the much better looking cousin.  While all the other girls had posters of John Schneider hanging on their walls, (sigh) I had Tom Wopat.   Try as I might, and I sure tried, I could not get anyone else to join me in my camp.  I stood alone.

Okay, as if this post wasn’t embarrassing enough I’ll keep going.   The other night, I watched the ABC Family musical “Lovestruck the Musical” on tv.  Who should I see?  None other than Luke Duke singing his heart out with Jane Seymour.  Or, at least, while one or both of them lip synched.  I’m not sure.  As I watched him I couldn’t help but think, “What was I thinking?”

To all the girls I argued with and insisted Luke Duke was the cuter cousin may I just say, “Ohhh yeah.  You might be right.”