Ah, those were the days. Most of the viewing came from Saturday morning, though some were shown at early prime time through the week. There was a half hour Bugs Bunny show at 7:00 PM for the longest time, and I believe Combat and Hogan's were reruns at around 8:00 - 9:00 PM. Through the week, I didn't watch much TV. Too busy playing. In evenings during school, not enough time because of homework, chores, and of course playing. On those rare occasions where I was home sick, I remember watching the Afternoon Prize Movie with John Lanigan. On Saturdays, the cartoons gave way at noon to Superhost Mad Theater, with an always strange Marty Sullivan donning the droopy tights and gaudy red cape to introduce the week's mix of B-horror and Three Stooges shorts (sometimes the awesome Harold Lloyd got billing). Of course when I could, and in later years, the always bizarrely cool Fritz the Night Owl.
Funny how some things, some people become etched in our collective experience. I haven't thought of old John for years. I've remembered Sullivan more often, largely because of his connection to old monster movies I recall as Halloween rolls around. Same with Fritz. But the things that make us who we are, the things we take for granted, the things we just imagine the whole world knows about when we are kids, but realize later how regional and specific they were - I wonder if kids have that today. Is there local programming, local culture? I wonder.
BTW, for what it's worth, I didn't watch Flippo the Clown. I was never scared of clowns, but he put the fear into me.