I used to have an early adolescent crush on Stephen Collins when he was on Tales of the Gold Monkey.
So, years later, I used to watch 7th Heaven now and then (epsecially while stretching after an evening run) to see if the crush had survived. It hadn't. An Indiana Jones wannabe in a Grumman Goose is way hotter than a minister with a household over-population problem and a frumpy wife with bad hair.
Oh, and btw, on a fan site for Gold Monkey (which I just found -- no, really) it says this:
The odds are you're part of that generation that "came of age" (God, I hate that phrase) in the early '80s. You listened to Duran Duran and Men at Work, wore your collar up, moussed your hair and had a collection of buttons (you know, those stupid pins you put on your jacket, your purse, etc.).Dude, how did they know??