upon watching the 1st episode of tales of the city [1993]

it wasn't the babe-like innocence of laura linney's mary ann

nor was it chloe webb's mona's goofy druggy charm

it wasn't even the horrid assholeism of thomas gibson's beauchamp

nor was it the heady earthy hedonist light of 1970s san francisco

it was that last 5 minutes when donald moffat's edgar

knows he's got just 6 months left to live

stumbling thru the park to the bench where

olympia dukakis' mrs madrigal sits they meet by the device

of a deathbed quote by gertrude stein

& she offers him a sandwich because she

sees he needs a little human warmth

edgar falls immediately in love

finally thank god

that is the moment

i lost my shit

& cried