The Greatest American Hero “Here's Looking at You, Kid” (part 5 of 6)

Cut to that evening, outside a restaurant. An overlay of plinking piano music on the soundtrack tells us this is indeed Fine Dining. I hope they remember to ask for Cassie; she’s always a pip. There’s a car pulling into the lot, and—oh my god. Oh my god! It’s a fricking AMC Pacer! I haven’t seen one of those goldfish bowls since I was 7! I feel like I’ve died and gone to, well, 1981. Gah, what a horrifying fate that would be. Imagine spending eternity listening to Endless Love and nonstop Natalie Wood jokes.

Caption contributed by Mark

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Inside, a fussy maitre d’ with, of course, a French accent approaches Pam with a bucket of champagne. Why am I suddenly looking around for Mr. T?

Caption contributed by Mark

“Would you like to see the menu? Or would you like to meet the Dish of the Day?”

We now get another reminder of history intruding into our little story, via the single most jarring edit ever seen in a piece of filmed entertainment that’s not actually a hundred years old and patched together with cellophane tape.

Fussy Maitre d’: Excuse me. Miss Davidson? Compliments of Mister
Pam: Oh, is he here?
Fussy Maitre d’: He telephoned earlier.

I think the film flapping around in the projector on that one sliced my cheek open pretty good. I’m going to have to fix this wound up, can you give me a minute?

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Mark "Scooter" Wilson

Mark is a history guy, a graphics guy, a guy for whom wryly cynical assessments of popular culture are the scallion cream cheese on the toasted everything bagel of life. He spends his time teaching modern history at Brooklyn College, pondering the ancient Romans at the CUNY Graduate Center, and conjuring maps and illustrations for ungrateful bankers at various Manhattan monoliths. Readers are welcome to guess at reasons why he's nicknamed Scooter, with the proviso that all such submissions are guaranteed to be rather more interesting than the truth. Mark lives in the Midwood section of Brooklyn with a happy-go-lucky, flop-eared dog named Chiyo who is probably, at this very moment, waiting patiently for her walkies.

Multi-Part Article: The Greatest American Hero "Here's Looking at You, Kid"

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