I love “I Love Lucy.” Fifties sexual politics aside, I love the idea of wearing hats, and going to see Vaudeville acts on a night out. It seems idyllic to live in a time without voicemail, email or cell phones – if I’ve gone out for the evening, you’ll just have to try me later. And I find humor that isn’t laden with cynicism refreshing. When I want to just soak in comfort, I gotta say, I love it. And so, by the way, does my daughter, who giggled hysterically this morning at a scene in which Lucy entered a radio contest that involved her trying sing with a mouthful of water.