By Scott Ross
The teenage girls all went for Barry Williams. But for a nascent if un- (or perhaps pre-?) conscious gay-boy, Chris Knight was my eye-candy of choice. Maybe it was the cute nose, or the sweet, toothy smile — I always was a sucker for a slight overbite — but around the time I was a sexually confused 14 or 15, after-school re-runs gave me a chance to sigh, however silently, over Chris while awaiting the appearance, in sitcom-land, of my One True Crush… David Cassidy.
Text copyright 2013 by Scott Ross