KISS Rock And Roll Over (Casablanca)

It is 6:12 p.m. Eastern Standard Time. I have my TV tuned to channel 68 in Newark, N.J., and I am watching the Uncle Floyd Show (sponsored by Zip'Z Ice Cream Parlor), which follows reruns of Dobie Gillis (I had forgotten that early on in the series Warren Beatty appeared regularly as the nasty rich kid—even better was Michael J. Pollard as Maynard G.'s cousin). Uncle Floyd has, over the past few months, become one of my real heroes. Uncle Floyd is a mediocre actor, a lousy comedian, and a lipsmoving-all-the-time ventriloquist. All his hand puppets speak in squeaky voices; all of his "visitors", from the Fonzie-styled greaser to the Lyndon Johnson-eared country singer Cowboy Charlie are third-rate House of Frankenstein rejects,