Tonight's watching was To Tell The Truth from 1971 and one of the mystery guests was an Oz collector. This was when niche hobbies were looked upon and amusing and eccentric. Of course, he could justify it because he owned bookshop specializing in antique children's books.
One of the fakes actually had me fooled because Kitty Carlisle asked about the Oz theme park in Florida, and he corrected her, telling her it was in North Carolina.
My parents took us there as kids, so that was an "it's him!" moment for me.
That was all I watched tonight. After that, I read a book.
Real paper and everything.