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The Fugitive

From Sixty-Three to Sixty-Seven, we watched it, upon our tiny TV screens. We banned all phone calls or interruptions of these fascinating scenes. Dr. Kimball had been convicted of the murder of his wife. On the day set for his execution he'd escaped and ran for his life. He ran, looking for the true murderer, the one armed man he saw, at same time steps ahead of Lieutenant the dogged arm of the law. I watched every single episode of those four seasons, so how did I miss the ending on the last night of the show? For nearly fifty years I've wondered, did he win or did he lose? If he's still running, I am certain, he's worn out those running shoes.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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Date: 3/16/2016 2:24:00 AM
I am with you Joyce. I used to be glued to the t.v. I also loved Bonanza and still enjoy it. I got to meet Lorne Greene and his wife one time on one of my Los Angeles to Honolulu trips. They loved playing tennis over here. I enjoyed your nostalgic poem Joyce. Hugs, Connie
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Date: 3/15/2016 10:44:00 PM
Ah Dr. Kimball.
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