Rather than a stupendous crush on them individually, I was totally into their tension as a twosome. At the time, I didn’t understand it was called tension, nor did I understand the nuances of employer/employee complications, and all that could go wrong if they did get together. All I knew was that watching them was fascinating and tickled me in my nerves. The way he knew how she only liked coffee and orange juice in the morning, pre-NYC train from their suburbs.

Week after week on Who’s the Boss I couldn’t wait to see Angela’s outfit or hairdo. Would she have the big puff on top of her head with the little ribbon around the up-do? Or would it reach the heavens, plastered in hairspray and 1980s glory? Would we see Tony’s tattoo as his Italian-American energy dominated the screen in that New England kitchen, or would he have a thick winter sweater on, because…Connecticut winters.

Would they finally kiss? Would they resist? What silky dress/sweater/belt combo would Mona wear that cinched her waist? All very 1985. All very…crushy. Always delicious.