This column is dedicated to my South Carolina friends and fellow "Seinfeld" freaks, Karen Daily and Jeremy Schoolfield.
Let the countdown begin. I heard too late to get into last week's column that the first three seasons of "Seinfeld" will be released on DVD Nov. 23. Yada, yada, yada, I was so excited, I e-mailed Karen, Mom and my best friend, Claudia, to share in my good news. Of the three, only Karen really cares, although as my mother, Mom has to at least pretend.
I know new books and videos/DVDs are released on Tuesdays but I wondered about the actual date. Could that be a nod to the Kennedys? "Seinfeld" fans know what I mean.
One of the best things about working at the Aiken newspaper for more than a year was rubbing elbows with Karen and Jeremy, two fellow Seinfeld freaks, every day. Who, you ask? Seinfeld, as in Jerry. The three of us made the rest of the newsroom crazy with our discussion of episodes, debate about which was the best and shouting out loud lines from the series as they applied to the situation. It was our little club, an exclusive group no one else understood.
"You know we're geeks, right?" Karen said to me one day. "We're not cool."
"What are you talking about? We love Seinfeld, what could be cooler than that?" I argued.
"But even Jerry Seinfeld is a big geek," she said. "Think about it."
So I did and discovered she's right. He and George, Elaine and Kramer, well not so much the K-man, but the trio is definitely not cool. But I think they were so uncool, they were cool. I think most people either loved or hated the show. My husband can't stand Seinfeld, he does not understand my fascination, my adoration, my devotion. I guess if he lived closer, I'd probably have to stalk Jerry Seinfeld. Too much trouble to go to New York and do it. That's the kind of laziness the gang would appreciate.
Speaking of New York, when I visited in April 2002 I stayed with my friend, Erin, who lived in a third-floor walk up right across the street from where Seinfeld lived for a time in real life and his address on the show 129 West 81st Street on the Upper West Side of Manhattan. Ultra cool.
As I walked the city streets and into Central Park, Seinfeld was never far from my thoughts. Never mind the movie stars who shared the same space, or the political figures moving along in black limousines, I cared only that I was breathing the same air as Jerry Seinfeld. Ah. Alas, I never spotted him during my week's stay.
I am such a huge fan that my son bought me am 8x10 black and white photo of the case and put it in a gorgeous silver frame. It's on my desk. I love it. When I started working in Aiken, Karen and I nearly came to blows over it. Before we got to know each other well, she thought it would be funny to take out the photo and replace it in the frame upside down. I was not amused and she feared for her life for a few scary minutes. We laugh about it now but at the time I was furious that someone breached the holy frame.
Jeremy wanted us to write down our favorite lines so we could discuss them over pizza at Ferrando's, one of our favorite lunch places in downtown Aiken. (Karen was right, we were geeks.) I still have my list somewhere but I really don't need it. I have seen the episodes so many times I almost recite the lines with the actors. I rather like to talk about my favorite scenes or even looks they gave each other in response.
You may wonder why I am eager to buy the DVD when I can catch reruns in syndication. Well, there is no easy answer to that. Again, I think you are either a video or DVD person or not. I am. I have tons of shows and movies recorded on tape or disc. My husband is not. He doesn't see the purpose in watching something over and over again unless it involves John Wayne, Clint Eastwood or anything involving martial arts, go figure.
It is kind of funny when you think about it. Seinfeld once told George he didn't see people's fascination with books, with keeping them, with rereading them. He said once he has read a book, he's done with it. Good thing his fans don't feel that way about his show.
Kathy Jefcoats is a staff writer covering cops and courts in Henry County. She can be reached at (770) 957-9161 or by e-mail at firstname.lastname@example.org .