Ford’s in his flivver. All’s right with the world.

Tony Soprano is back for his last season.

The best television show in history is back on the screen every Sunday and Tony is getting wackier than ever. He is burying his money under the floorboards and in the duck feed after his anxious wife saw a Mafia widow hawking sausage at the corner Shop ‘n Save and started talking about some Mafia “estate planning.”

Budda Bing!

In case you have been off in Botswana, “The Sopranos” is an HBO show about the declining strength of a Mafia family, now in its fourth season. Producers say this will be the last season.

This is not Brando making clear, concise decisions on the day of his daughter’s wedding. This is the strangely lovable Mafia family boss Tony Soprano (James Gandolfini) who is in deep therapy with his dishy shrink Dr. Melfi (Lorraine Bracco).

He has good reason to be in therapy. Both of his families are falling apart.

His Uncle Junior (you figure it out), the titular boss of the family, not only has cancer and is being hotly investigated by the FBI, he has been drooling over his doctor’s nurse, who happens to be employed by the aforementioned government agency.

Junior (Dominic Chianese), getting ready for the Big Finish, has decided to name the dumbest character on television since Gomer Pyle, one Bobby Bacala (Steve R. Schirripa), to take over the family loan shark business. Certain disaster. I may take out a few loans.

This family is going to hell in a restaurant breadbasket. Tony is trying to get out from under too, apparently forgetting his blood oath. He wants to make his beloved nephew, Christopher (Michael Imperioli), his heir apparent. He accomplishes this step by forcing Christopher to assassinate a New Jersey police detective, telling Christopher that this cop killed his father a generation ago.

I guess stock options were out of the question.

In a typical “Sopranos” scene, Christopher takes the last 20-dollar-bill from the dead man’s wallet and places it in his widowed mother’s refrigerator, like a kid bringing home his best school paper.

Even considering making Christopher the boss could be the fatal flaw that kills off the entire family.

First of all, Christopher is putting everything in his veins that his system will allow. In the first week, he was shooting (heroin?) between his toes so he would leave no marks. He was also sleeping with some airline stewardess although he is married to the most frighteningly sexy woman on television, his beloved Adriana (Drea DeMatteo), a name which must mean “big hair” in Italian.

If Adriana ever finds out that Christopher is stepping out, he is one dead Mafioso.

To complicate matters. Adriana has a new best friend, the even more devastating Danielle Ciccolella, who in real life is really Special Agent Deborah Ciccerone, another employee of the aforementioned government entity. (Where do they find these women?) Danielle has already caught Tony’s libidinous eye, promising even more fireworks.

I hate to think about it, but the usually faithful wife Carmela (Edie Falco) is starting to cast her own libidinous eye at Furio (Federico Castelluccio), the ace killer in the Soprano crew. Imagine getting caught with Tony Soprano’s wife.

Budda bing!

This could be an interesting year, if anyone survives drug overdoses, murder and arrest.

If you don’t have HBO, make a friend of someone who does.

It’s a long winter.

You would rather watch “Survivor?”

Send complaints and compliments to Emmet Meara at emmetmeara@msn.com.