Saw Stacy Keach pop up this morning, and before I knew it I was back on our worn-out couch in Seattle. Home sick from school, blanket over me, Biscuit was not even a twinkle yet, and our old tube tv played daytime reruns of *Mike Hammer*.

Honestly, as a kid I understood low-key nothing about those dark detective plots, but the man had SO much charisma. The fedora, the mustache, the trenchcoat, and most of all: that voice. A deep, raspy voice like he had just had a handful of gravel for breakfast with a splash of black coffee. Later I ran into him everywhere of course — from his hilarious turn as the chain-smoking dad on *Titus* to voice-overs on those dramatic documentaries. You do not even have to see his face; the second he starts talking you pick him out of a thousand.

It sent a real wave of pure nostalgia through me during my pour-over ritual this morning. Such a nice memory of those slow, rainy afternoons when you would watch one channel for hours simply because nothing else was on. A tiny joy on an ordinary weekday morning.

Did you guys have a specific actor or show you kept watching when you were home sick on the couch? Who was your ultimate nostalgic tv icon?