Many years ago, when I would visit my parents in Salt Lake City, they would often go into their tv room and watch a couple of old British comedies.
One that I watched with them on occasions was called;
RUMPOLE OF THE BAILEY.
I really enjoyed that show. Clean, clever, and about an English barrister; what's not to like?
It was not available where I lived, so the only time I saw it was at my parents' home, and that was rare. I once paid an enormous amount of money to buy the entire set of DVDS, but I found them at that time, very dull and boring.
But, many years later, in a used bookstore, I saw a book about Rumpole of the Bailey. I quickly snatched it up, and since then have bought almost all of them. I used to devour them.
However, my favorite way now to enjoy Rumpole is on AUDIBLE Books. I listen as I run errands and drive around town.
Many, many times, I am literally laughing out loud as I sit in my car. They are so clever and so very witty and funny. I adore RUMPOLE as a person, even if he is fiction.
But, the problem is; there is no one to talk about these books with. No one else would enjoy them like I do.
Often, my cousin or friends share books that we insist are MUST READS, but I've never shared or told them about RUMPOLE books. You see, they just wouldn't GET IT.
It's a have-to-have-been-there-in-the-den-with-my-parents kind of thing.
So, I'll finally get to the end of all the Rumpole books John Mortimer wrote; I'll be sad, and some I will re-listen to, but it's going to be a sad good-bye when I've run out of Rumpole books.
Dad, thanks for introducing me To Horace Rumpole; he's been a good friend, although a lonely one.
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