Friday, January 23, 2015
What you have to understand about me and Lost in Space is that it was my first favorite show. It was the reason I knew what day of the week it was and why I learned to tell time at age five. I had no concept of cancellation. While I had outgrown the notion of small beings that lived in the TV set and understood it was a transmission of fictional visual stories, I had no idea that we would not all grow old together. The Lost in Space crew and I would continue, and I would look in on them every week with the stories getting better and better. That was the contract, or so I thought. Lost in Space was my first lesson that things, even the best things, end.