The Hardy Boys
Have you ever heard the running joke about different people claiming to be the fifth Beetle? Well, today I'd like to introduce myself as the third Hardy.I grew up reading the hardcover Hardy Boys mysteries. These rewritten classics were old even in the 1980's. They were simple and formulaic. Those without nostalgic feelings attached to the series may even describe them as hack writing.
However, I do have nostalgic feelings attached to them. They were special. Quite frankly, they helped me survive the turbulent years of junior high, three years that I have no desire to revisit. The 18 year-old dark haired Frank Hardy and his blond brother, Joe, a year younger, gave me an escape into a magical world where teenagers could travel around the globe and bring international criminals to justice. The books are a bridge back to simpler times when curse words and sex weren't needed as raunchy crutches by feeble-minded writers to tell a story. Though they did contain violence it was clear who wore the white hats and the black. Frank and Joe Hardy (along with Chet Morton, Phil Cohen, Biff Hooper, Tony Prito, et al) weren't anti-heroes...they were heroes.

Perhaps they would been seen as hopelessly archaic by many guys today but I hope several fellas across the nation discover them if they enter those dust-depositories known as public libraries. Frank and Joe Hardy can teach them honor, loyalty, courage, ethics and morals.
The Hardy Boys are calling to wide-eyed teenagers even today. I'll even let any boy who heeds that call to read of their exploits call himself the third Hardy, too.
Labels: Literature, Opinion, Social Commentary


