TGIF

You know what's intense? When Carl Winslow would start up with the platitudes and the strings would strike up. Steve would calm down from his normal jitteriness and the Winslow kids would look deep in their Dad's eyes. There would be so much depth, to the point you would almost think Carl was going to cry. Everyone's eyes would well up, along with my own, and a lesson would be learned. No matter what trouble you got in that week with your parents, or how bad school was, Carl handled everything in a manner that made you happy to be on that couch that night, cradled and comfortable for the weekend.