The wife and I have been revisiting our youth lately – we have been watching MacGyver. Remember him?
For all my readers who were only born in the nineties (you poor dears), MacGyver was the epitome of cool a decade earlier. If things seemed impossible, if it was a situation that not James Bond, G.I. Joe or Chuck Norris could handle, they would send in MacGyver. Be it an AI-controlled security system gone crazy, Amazonian army ants, a rebel army or a kid stuck down a well, MacGyver could solve the problem. And he did this without radio-controlled invisible heat-seeking-missile-firing cars, cell phones or Facebook. MacGyver needed only his trusted Swiss Army-knife (in those days you were still allowed to take them on planes) and whatever else happened to be lying around at the moment. (And he had a mullet. Just like Chuck Norris and Billy Ray Cyrus. It was cool back then. Like Chuck Norris and Billy Ray Cyrus. Thank goodness some things change.)