Excy knows when he comes home and finds me stretched out on the chaise lounge watching the antics of Mayberry, Barney mugging, Andy dispensing fatherly advice to Opey, or the gang forcing down some of Aunt Bee's kerosine pickles, I'm working through a funk the best way I know how, and he walks gingerly.
There's something so comforting about going back to the small town where everyone's pressing concerns are usually harmless and often trivial, and no one is cruel or (knowingly) uncaring....where you know that sometime in those 30-minute episodes your throat will grow tight and your heart will swell, or you'll crack up at what a goob Gomer or Barney are. Cracking a smile or tearing up definitely helps one forget their own reality for awhile.
Viva Mayberry! Forever may it reign.