I too, loved Bewitched. Endora was my hero. And I always kinda liked it when Samantha wore tight sweaters.

Well, R the P, you could always stick the penny to the edge of the laptop screen with clay.

I went to bed just before you posted, I think.

I LOVED Bewitched growing up. In first grade, a friend of mine and I used to pretend like we were the characters in Bewitched. For some reason, Uncle Arthur would always zap himself up into a tree.

I loved the message of being true to yourself, of looking like other people, but having a fabulous secret underneath. I also loved the witchery. And what little gay boy wouldn’t LOVE Endora.

To me, the underlying message was no matter how hard you try to hide your natural self, it will come out. Inevitably Samantha would do magic, even though she wasn’t “allowed” to by Darrin.

Even as an adult, Bewitched was important to me. I taped all of the shows back when people taped and not Tivoed their shows. And now I just buy the DVDs (Season 5 out soon!)

My love of Bewitched was so well known that when Elizabeth Montgomery died, people actually called to console me! My then-partner’s mother called me from Minnesota to say she was sad to hear that Elizabeth Montgomery had passed away (I was a little sad, but the calls of condolence surprised me. I didn’t actually know the woman, just loved her TV show!)

And she (Elizabeth Montgomery, not Samantha) did many things for gay rights. And so many gay people were on the show. One of the little girls who played Tabitha was gay, Uncle Arthur (Paul Lynde) was gay, the second Darrin was gay, and (even though she could quote the Bible with fierce authority) Agnes Moorehead was gay.

What a fantastic show.

And that, my friends, is what posting at 2.27 a.m. will get you.

And I have to say, at this hour, I was fascinated by your realization that you could perch something on the edge of the laptop screen. I thought “a penny” and you thought “clay.” Yours has a stronger hold on permanency.