Back in about 1979 I discovered Dr. Who from the BBC on PBS. It soon became my all-time favorite Sci-Fi series, ahead of Battlestar Galactica, the Twilight Zone, Land of the Giants, Lost in Space, and Land of the Lost. I started watching with Jon Pertwee, the Third Doctor. I didn’t even realize that doctors came before, or that regeneration was even possible. I watched the good Doctor, aided by U.N.I.T. battle Cybermen, Silurians, Daleks, Sontarans, and Ice Warriors from Mars. I saw London attacked by Daleks. I saw the Doctor driving about saving the world in his goofy yellow car. I loved it with all my heart.
Naturally I chose to Paffooney the Second Doctor, Patrick Troughton. Makes a lot of sense, huh? I watched all the episodes I could manage with the 3rd, 4th, and 5th Doctors before I even knew about the First and Second. Then I got a chance to see the very first episode with William Hartnell as the Doctor. I was thoroughly enchanted. I’m not like today’s kids who can’t be bothered to watch anything in Black and White. I watched every episode PBS could air. At that time many of the first episodes were lost or seriously misplaced. But I grew a special fondness for Doctor number Two because that character is so much like me; bubbling over with useless facts, bumbling good intentions, and thinking by playing his recorder (though my thought-instrument is actually a harmonica).
I still crave more Doctor Who adventures. I loved Doctor Seven, Sylvester McCoy, too. Even more because he’s also now a part of The Hobbit movies. And I really appreciate the new Doctors, especially David Tennant. Doctor Who lives again! And maybe we will even learn his actual name! He’s Doctor Who?
Catch a Falling Star 
I remember the Land of the Giants. That’s an old one.