As the cast of NBC’s long-running sitcom “Parks and Recreation” came together on-screen for a final hug last night, I started to cry in a way I haven’t since I was a child and my mother came to the last page of “These Happy Golden Years,” the final volume in Laura Ingalls Wilder’s “Little House” series. One of the special things about television is the opportunity to live alongside your favorite characters season after season. And if you’re particularly lucky, a series can come along precisely at the moment when you need it, showing you the world and life as it can be.
For me, “Parks and Recreation” was that series. I started the first iteration of this blog in the summer of 2009, after “Parks” made its debut in April and before it aired its first full season starting in the fall. During the end of the show’s fourth season and the beginning of its fifth, while Les...
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