My dad liked Baa Baa Black Sheep. I never watched it.
I have a very vague memory of Hawaiian Eye. We never watched Wild, Wild West--I can't remember why. The funny thing is, I've always had a kind of visceral dislike of Robert Conrad--and, silly as that dislike is, I think I know why.
By now I'm pretty sure it's more than 50 years ago that I saw on TV the movie Palm Springs Weekend (Remember that Lyle? I'm sure you must have seen it at some point.) It had quite a cast: Robert Conrad, Troy Donahue, Stefanie Powers, Connie Stevens, Carole Cook, Jack Weston, Ty Hardin, Jerry Van Dyke, Andrew Duggan--and, as Carole Cook's bratty son, none other than Billy Lost in Space Mumy. (I admit I looked up the movie at IMDb to refresh my memory of the cast.)
Anyway, Robert Conrad was essentially the bad guy of the plot, the entitled rich guy with the flashy convertible who eventually tries to force himself on Connie Stevens and nearly kills Ty Hardin by running him off the road. (Of course Troy Donahue was the good guy,)
As I said, silly as it seems, I think this is why I've always had this kind of instinctive dislike of Robert Conrad. It's unfair of me, I know, but first impressions die hard.
But I do have one favorable memory. In the winter of 1987 he had a show called High Mountain Rangers. I haven't looked this one up, so I'm going strictly on memory here, but I'm pretty sure it lasted only half a season. Interesting thing about the show is that the cast included Conrad's two sons, Christian and Shane. What really sticks in my mind about this show is from the opening title sequence where the cast was shown and identified. Christian Conrad was shown rappelling down a rock face in painted-on breeches and tall boots--and he was shown from underneath. I don't remember it as being a particularly nice ass shot, but it was an ass shot, and that surprised me at the time--which is why I remember it.
