Looking back at our childhood, book style

I moved in with my 85-year-old dad four years ago after my mom passed away. Most evenings after dinner I sit with him and watch Gunsmoke, while he talks about “the good old days” and how much simpler things were when he was growing up in the 1950s.

Gunsmoke really isn’t my cup of tea, but I figure when I’m 85 I’ll make a younger person watch reruns of The Mod Squad or I Dream of Jeannie while I give a monologue about how bell bottoms were the perfect item of clothing. 

I’m just joking about the bell bottoms. Or am I?