It's a source of endless frustration to me, thinking about what horrific, blood-wrenching, gut-curdling supernatural phenomena may have been going on in the next town over from Collinwood. Just maybe, wer're being ripped off, and don't know it. Ever get that feeling? So, maybe there's some burg just eight miles up US Route 1 or something, in the chilly wilds of Maine, where all the demonic action is. Collinsport is Peoria by comparison. What a gip.
Of course, if all TV shows took place quite near to each other, then we wouldn't have to go through all this paranoia about missing out on the very coolest in supernatural phenomena, that I'm sure I'm not alone in going through here, for Chrissakes. If, say, Mayberry North Carolina, were positioned geographically about seven or eight miles up the pike from Collinsport, and if we occasionally heard remarks from the characters about goings-on with their less spooked relatives there, then people's concerns could be eased.
Then again, easier said than done in my case. I'd still be fearful that Nicholas Blair was somehow responsible for Aunt Bee's pickles. Though, it'd be interesting to see Andy, Barney, and Gomer helping look in the woods for Chris Jennings. Andy, don't give Barney more than one silver bullet, please.
By the by, there appears to be a set of disembodied Revolutionary-War-era trousers roaming mysteriously about my computer screen. I suspect them to be Nat Forbes's. Don't ask me how I know. I was down on my luck, in need of doubloons.... anyhoo, somewhere around the end of the 18th century I lost my sanity owing to the resultant raging syphilis, and so I think I see pants bopping around my monitor. It's a tragedy. I brought it on myself, but care anyway.
I'm done now.
