I watched many an episode all alone only to suffer from nightmares and paranoia. We all remember the classic episodes: "Look at it burn, Omar!"(the kid who set fires and video-taped the carnage); and of course The Bunk Beds! And the composite sketches never failed to give me the heebie-jeebies. Oh, Robert Stack, how you will be missed. I found your authoritative monotone comforting but at the same time it never failed to give me the heebie-jeebies. I loved the trenchcoat, and how he would stand with this hands in the pockets, usually on some eerily misty road or perhaps on a foggy dockside. Did I mention the Bunk Beds? Freaked. Me. Out. I'll leave you with the theme music...doo doo doo DOO doo doo DOO, doo doo doo DOO doo doo DOO...
