Isn't it Devine, or, I've got a Froggy in my throat

I hope you'll indulge me this repeat piece from 2019, but I'm in the middle of a busy couple of weeks, and I'm afraid I don't have the time I'd like to prepare what I wanted to write, so I trust this will do. The friend to whom I refer has since passed away, but we discussed this show the last time we saw each other in person, and it gives me great pleasure to repeat it today. One of the pleasures that comes about from getting together with old friends after a long absence (aside from them picking up the check if they're not only old friends but also generous ones) is that you're apt to learn something new—not just what's new in their lives, but things that are new to you in general. And so, when we recently had breakfast with a friend whom we hadn't seen in six or seven years, and he found out about my interest in the minutiae of classic television, he shared his memories of a program I'd seen mentioned in TV Guides but knew nothing about: the children's show Andy's Gang.(By the way,…