A Very Brady Nightmare

I woke up in a cold sweat this morning at 4:40 am. No, not my prostate again, this time it was a NIGHTMARE! Holy Mackerel! I was in a full blown panic. For some reason, I woke up really concerned about a mystery that has existed in the back of my brain for some 30 years. And don't ask me why it struck me tonight. I have no idea.

Remember when the Brady's took that trip to the grand canyon? And remember when Bobby and Cindy got lost, and met that young Indian boy, Jimmy Pakaya? Remember they snuck him beans in an empty flashlight? Whatever happened to that kid? He ran away from his Indian home. I hope he's OK.

These questions have haunted me. Why is Florence Henderson wearing a polyester pantsuit at the bottom of the sweltering Grand Canyon? And when did Greg Brady pick up those sweet ranger-like tracking skills? I'm beginning to get the idea that this didn't really happen.

Here's a link to the clip for those who don't know what I'm talking about. Damned copyright laws won't allow me to post it here.

Jimmy, if you are out there, just let me know that you're OK! I hope you achieved your dream of becoming an astronaut.