Wouldn’t it be nice if every major problem, even those really big problems, could be solved in seven minutes? When I was growing up, that’s exactly what happened… every Saturday morning.

Space Ghost, in his spaceship The Phantom Cruiser, would roar out of his secret space cave, confront an insidious bad guy. It always seemed hopeless for a minute or two there, and then, (whew!) prevail. Space Ghost would do this twice in a half an hour. With commercials.

Oh, I’d soon learn, along with millions of other spoiled brats, that life is a little more complicated than that. But at the time, who cared? Continue reading “With Further Ado #317: The Saturday Morning That Never Ended” →