My daughter adopted a pit bull from the "Great Denver Pit Bull Round Up". While I had in my head all the wrong images of pitties from the media, I was astounded that this 60 pounder was a lap dog and a licker.

Then my son bought a runt Stratforshire terrier. Sweetest damned dog I have ever had live in my house. Every morning at 7:00 it comes up the steps and licks everyone in the house hello before it goes out and does its business. Given a chance it will crawl under the covers and curl up with you and place its paw around your arm.

Maybe it is time to use discernment and blame some owners, some socioeconomic realities and some bad sport habits, like dog fighting. Blaming the breed is kind of like blaming Muslims as terrorists.

rojo

I see the headlines touting The Wire and The Sopranos as the best show of all time. Maybe the last ten tears.

Neither of these shows with an ensemble cast would have been possible without Hill Street Blues. And I am sorry, but a tv show about a group of people I would rather not be around (yes, I grew up in an Italian neighborhood where there were guys with knives and guns who at lower level acted like racist militias--yes, there were signs going up to the Murray Hill neighborhood that stated "Niggers Keep Out") or even be reminded that such people existed as best show ever. Nope.

I can remember watching The Twilight Zone in the late 50s or early 60s and know that was great. How about GE Theater? I Claudius perhaps? Put a sense of history to your selections please.

Rojomojo

"And the communal household enjoyed a kind of camaraderie I have never felt since. I liked the party we made when all of us kids sat down to watch "Hogan's Heroes" or danced to the soundtrack from "Cabaret." Over the next two years, I swapped books with my stepsisters, listened in awe to their stories of crushes, exchanged tips on teachers. Their father imparted his love of great music and their mother her passion for cooking. A sort of bond formed among the 10 of us."

My wife and I lived in a commune, never involved in polyamory (one of the few that didn't, we had kids and from obsevance it took too much emotional work. we needed it for the kids.) But our children still carry and look for that bond that allowed the kids to move to any parents" house and spend the night. Sure it was not always controlled, but they carry that openness and love in their hearts. It is different, but it is by no means wrong. I'd rather have raised children like that than territorial greedheads.