Man, I remember watching this show a lot during high school. Thankfully, none of my friends and I ever quite ended up in Chris Peterson’s shoes, but there’s something sureally idyllic about being a thirty-year-old paper boy; kind of like a broken, demented version of Peter Pan, minus the lost boys and the pirates.
I completely forgot that Chris Elliott‘s real dad played his TV dad on the show. Then I found out his daughter Abby‘s on Saturday Night Live these days. That makes it three generations of Elliotts to be on too late for prime time.