Okay, it's one of my guilty pleasures, I adored Search. I've been reading that the show appealed to adolescent boys. Very interesting, I was 11 years old and a girl. I fantasized continuously that I was a probe agent. I wore a ring with a half-inch square piece of rosewood set in it. Of course, I imagined it was a probe scanner. My father and uncle used to monitor police and fire channels and take the kids on fire chases. At one of the biggest fires ever in our city, I stood watching the flames and imagining that my scanner ring was sending back images to Probe Central. How many kids played the same game, I wonder.

Even at that young age, I was consumed by all international espionage, real and fiction. I still am. When you look to your past, if you can get back into your little-kid head, it's amazing how much of who you are now was who you were then. As I grew older, I became increasingly interested in intelligence matters related to US/Soviet relations. Now, I closely follow anything related to post-September 11 intelligence. I teach Visual Art and World History and have several former students who are pursuing careers in either intelligence or forensics. They visit me regularly and update me on the latest news. We talk for hours about "the world situation. " Stories about operatives, unreleased information, covert missions, latest tech, keep us speculating about future developments. A few of my best art students went into the military. That’s good for our side. Did you read the story about the government hiring a bunch of artists to help think up possible terrorist attack scenarios? They wanted people with imagination to help them think. How about the one about the actor James Woods? He spotted terrorists doing a “dry run” about a week before September 11 and alerted the authorities who promptly ignored his warning, until after the attack. Just another crazy artist allowing his imagination to run away with him. Believe me, we want imaginative people working as agents and in the military.

I Googled "Search" when it occurred to me that someone else out there probably loved the show too. How about that? The world caught up to the fiction. I did a search for "Search. " The results are fantastic; there are lots of people who loved it. While reminiscing, I realized that my adult interests have deep roots in childhood. Even my gentleman friend of over five years looks quite a bit like Hugh O'Brian. He was always my type. His daughter is in her first year of forensics study. She's hoping to become an agent in the future. Wild, huh?

Okay, enough rambling. If anyone with the power to release the single-season series on DVD is reading this, I'll be your first customer. I'd love to see those old shows again. Want to make a few bucks? C'mon, give us old-timers a rush. We're the ones with the real money. Where do you think the kids are getting the bucks to buy the expensive sneakers? Love ya, miss ya, mean it.

--artmaven