I know it was a 3 p.m. ritual for me back in high school; race from the bus through the neighbors’ backyards to get home so I could plant myself in front of the TV in time for General Hospital. It was the height of the Luke and Laura saga and I couldn’t miss a minute. My mom watched with me. My friends watched with their moms. This was emotional, moving drama at its sappy best. We kept tissues at the ready.