Dan Tanna is a private investigator in the gambling town of Las Vegas, Nevada. Las Vegas can be seedy or glamorous, depending upon the point of view. This show is also notable for perhaps ... See full summary »
Sam McCloud is a Marshal from a Taos, New Mexico, who takes a temporary assignment in the New York City Police. His keen sense of detail and detecting subtle clues, learned from his experience, enable him to nab unsuspecting criminals despite his unbelieving boss.
Attorney and US Navy vet Stuart "Mac" McMillan is appointed Commissioner of Police for the city of San Francisco. He often handles the very high profile cases personally. Helping him out on... See full summary »
Susan Saint James
Hi, again, folks. It's me, Michael Reiter. Listen, This time it's about Angie Dickinson in Police Woman. I saw the show back in the seventies, when I was about 11 or so. By the time it was cancelled, I was 15 or so. By then, I was old enough to be titillated by beautiful women. . . Of course I am still that way now, but what the hey? Enjoy them when you get them. Any how, When they made this show, It was still the fashion for women to wear Polyester Leisure suits or some combination there of with tee shirts and or mock t-neck sweaters. That and a London Fog or worthy imitator, Lilly Trenchcoat. Those were the days, my friends. Onwards; Those were also the days of political Incorrectness, in every thing and seen every where. Given that It was just a scant four to eight years after the end of the sixties, when goofy fashions and goofier social behaviour/mores. I read in the preceding comment that there was a concern for political correctness by feminists over the "erotic" nature of the first season; Good God, Even then. The seventies were a fun and peaceful, wonderfully erotic and titillating time unless you happened to be unlucky enough to encounter some of the girls in your class, who were rabid Police Woman Fans. Than you were careful or you got hissed, yowled and cursed at.
Of course, during that time, actresses were bound and gagged, or what have you during the course of a story regularly and nobody questioned anything, because every body knew the difference between right, wrong and the ridiculously fine but obvious line between fact and fiction. What happened to those days?
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