The Days and Nights of Molly Dodd

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“I really like the way my rose is now,” Brenda told Cheryl.

“I call that a Molly Dodd moment.”

 

“Huh?!” her friend gasped.

 

“I grew up,” Brenda explained, “watching shows like ‘My Mother the Car,’ ‘Mr. Ed,’ and ‘Seinfeld.’

 

“Molly, for me, is the epitome of normal. In the  typical episode, Molly reads  her mail, says hello to a neighbor, blows her nose. You know, plain stuff.”

 

“I can understand that,” Cheryl opined. At the same time though, each of us often needs Gunther Toody and Ed Norton in his life too. Contrast and balance are the answer to everything.”

 

Moocho thank you to Rochelle Wisoff~Fields for being our Fearless Leader in Friday Fictioneers, a weekly attempt at a hundred~page story based upon a photo prompt. This week’s prompt was supplied by Marie Gail Stratford.

 

23 thoughts on “The Days and Nights of Molly Dodd

  1. James says:

    “Mr. Ed” and “My Mother the Car,” both sitcoms of the 1960s almost have nothing to do with much later “Seinfeld” so that was a little jarring. I grew up watching the first two but not the third since was already grown.

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    1. larry trasciatti says:

      Yes that’s quite true. Never having watched “The Days And Nights of Molly Dodd” much of it, I remember enough about it to know that it was completely lacking in eccentricity. Molly’s was such a plain and droll life. You might remember “The Bob Newhart Show” and “Newhart” where, in each show, only his character was sane in a world filled with lunatics. Picture a show filled with Bob Newharts. That’s Molly’s life.

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    1. larry trasciatti says:

      That’s the way mankind is put together. There’s a line from Dostoyevsky that refers to the fact that no one ever recognizes his own stink. What doesn’t bother me in my own conduct, opinions, etc. gets me plum crazy in others’.

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