I miss Phil Donahue

Back in the day, (read: Good Ol' Days) I remember watching Phil Donahue shows with my mom. I best remember guests such as authors and legislators who had thoughtful, civil discussions about the news of the day or some book they'd written. I don't remember the vitriol of today's Sunday morning politico shows, in which people in separate camps pretty much spend the whole time screaming at each other. One time Phil had a show featuring a cook. His apron read Ph.D., which sort of stands for his initials. Clever.
I am especially maudlin when I come across junk
like this. (Courtesy none other than Jerry Springer.)