Was Mr. Lucky the worst show ever to have a theme song written by Henry Mancini?

I say yes, yes it was. Mr. Lucky himself could not be more wooden were he played by Kaw-liga. Ross Martin, who in real life spoke more languages than Chicklit put together, could not maintain a fake accent for the duration of a single episode, sometimes, not even for a single scene. The fights all had the same schematic - Lucky and Andamo get the drop on the cardboard cutout bad guys, then they lose their advantage, then after valiant fisticuffs, triumph in the end. Rocky movies made millions with that shtick. All Mr. Lucky needed were some Batmanesque "Biff" and "Pow" graphics to reach true camp.

Lucky had a boat which he anchored 3 miles off the coast, in international waters. Somehow that was a viable location for gambling. But the local sheriff still wanted to arrest him for running a casino. Then he switched to being a restaurateur, which, in reality was caused by show sponsors not wanting to be seen as supporting gambling, and somehow, his boat remained 3 miles off shore and yet he was able to keep the joint packed. Curious. Not a restaurant for those prone to sea-sickness, I suppose.

Frank Gorshin showed up in one episode, did his bit, it was entertaining, and that was a bright spot. The mention of eating marlin and truffled grouse was, well, I don't know -- I had no idea that bill fish were good eating. Or did they say "ruffled grouse"? My hearing isn't what it once was, plus I was cooking lunch.

But as fascinating as a nearly 60 year old failed tv show is, that's not what I am here to talk about. We are currently experiencing a snowstorm. First day of spring and it is snowing. I saw a bluebird working on nest building, so that is a positive sign. She must know something I don't. It is warm enough that the snow isn't sticking, but come on -- it's nearly April, enough with the snow already!

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My catalpa tree this morning.

He's no Ennio Moricone, but I always liked this tune.