When I was stranded in central Pennsylvania, waiting for a new radiator, I stayed in a motel that featured a tv station which appeared to specialize in bad western serials. The television set itself came from the era these shows were made and so I had the idea the shows were trapped inside the set. I felt it was my duty to free them. The evening would start off with a double shot of Bonanza, including a feature they called Bonanza: the lost episodes.
Then there was Gunsmoke….
The Virginian…
…and The Big Valley, featuring Barbara Stanwyck
I hadn’t seen most of these shows in decades. Then came the worst television show of my mechanical sabbatical – Walker Texas Ranger, starring Chuck Norris with a spray-on beard-mustache combo. I don’t know which was worse, the writing or the acting. It was spectacular.
27th Street 
Before going to bed, the Boogeyman always checks his closet for Chuck Norris.
Chuck Norris went skydiving and his parachute failed to open, so he took it back the next day for a refund
Chuck Norris doesn’t dial the wrong number, you pick up the wrong phone
Mom was a big fan of Little Joe. Dad didnt watch all that much TV but he rarely missed Gunsmoke.
Dad would try to watch tv but it always put him to sleep.
Jeebus. You have invoked my late childhood. ( Note I am mortified to have HAD a childhood. ) There is some definitive statement about US adolescence in all this. You are a brave witness.
I grew up on a steady diet of this stuff too, Sled.