The Greatest American Hero (Pilot)
I got a toy lightsaber when I was a kid, a cheapo, cruddy flashlight actually, with a plastic cone at the end that was colored red. Supposed to look like Luke's iconic laser sword. Grandma, several years in her grave now, got it for me at the old Hills Dept. Store when I was six years old. It was a place always smelled like rancid popcorn and shitty cheese dogs from the snack bar out front. I came home that aternoon, turned on the TV, and saw a huge spaceship floating over William Katt as he stood, awe-struck, in the desert sands below. I approached the tube television and put my tiny hands on the screen, as enraptured as if some televangelist had just proclaimed he was sending the power of Jesus over the airwaves. I knew then that I had a first love.