Since it is Valentine's Day, I thought it appropriate. Esther Shapiro in her prologue to the Dynasty book wrote that she and her husband "began to yearn for something we remembered from the movies we grew up with in the forties: stories where the audience pulled for men and women to fall in love and walk off to the sunset holding hands; stories with characters who dreamed of, pursued, and found their romantic ideal. It was one of the things, simple but undeniable, that in those innocent days before the ubiquity of television, brought people into the theaters. And held them there. There seemed to be a renewed sense for romance." Now never mind the "innocent days" of the forties with the US waging atomic warfare, the Nazi holocaust, and Stalinist extermination of 10 million dissidents--do you think Esther is right and Dynasty was such a show?