Law & Order saved my mother’s sanity. Literally.
After my father died in 2002, she was in her home alone, not yet ready to return to work. Whenever I called to see how she was doing, she was watching Law & Order. Morning, noon and night, it seemed.
They were reruns mind you. But that didn’t matter. The plot of Law & Order kept her mind engaged enough. In a smart way. The plots, often ripped from the headlines, provided good mental fodder. She tried to figure out the real culprit. Staying one step ahead of the detectives and the lawyers.
Often she would remember the story. Somewhat. Recognize the actors but not always the verdict. The terse dialogue, the cutting remarks, the well-developed plot drew her in. As if she were watching it for the first time ever.
Thank you Law & Order. For keeping my mother sane.