Not to be confused with "Cagney and ..." though it does have a ring to it, doesn't it? I'm smack-dab in the middle of the 1897 storyline (thank you, summer vacation!), and I'm enjoying Jerry Lacey in a way I never have before, particularly his interactions with Nancy Barret's multitude of crazy (I mean that in the best possible way). It's a testament to them both that they were so convincing as two young people tentatively exploring a relationship that never panned out in 1968, while here they're equally as convincing as father and daughter.
Oh yeah, and David Selby is hot. Enjoy.
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