I used to watch Perry Mason on television a lot when I was a kid. I loved the edgy black-and-white film; the unlikely plots; the relentless drive for truth. Not to mention the cars. What ten-year-old girl immersed in rerun after rerun doesn’t develop a passion for a ’57 Ford?
I LOVED Perry Mason growing up. Also a big fan of the FBI, which was less understanding of women, I thought.