When I was growing up, we had a farm (a property with house and acreage, not a working farm) in Meigs County, Ohio. We went to play in the woods and fish, and be spooked by imaginary ghosts in the attic, on weekends. And whenever we came back on a Sunday evening, we’d have Canadian bacon sandwiches and watch these shows we loved. (Not so much, McCloud. But Columbo and McMillan and Wife.)