When my family was very young, we purchased a house in Long Beach, NY which my husband and I always referred to as a “Ozzie and Harriet house” For those of you who are not familiar with the 1952-66 TV sitcom or the era that it defined, this phrase was, to the two of us, a metaphor for a boring, predictable and relatively narrow minded perspective of the American culture. It was, most definitely not … Read More
