Here's the question.
Can you whip up your usual weekend fare without turning on the oven?
Nobody was on the fence about this one. At least that's how I remember it.
Most online commenters, even high-volume commenters, are not thrice-divorced.
Ask a colleague if he or she would like to see an entertainingly splenetic piece of hate mail and the answer will always be “Yes.”
Why July 16th?
OK, I'll give you a hint.
What would the text say?
Are 1960s beach movies the reason beings on other planets have not made themselves known to us?
A) Don't fly. B) You might or might not be nuts. C) Captain Kirk needs a drink. D) Some gremlins ought to try a different shampoo. E) Other.
I'm not going to post a youtube version of the “Dr. Zaius” song from “The Simpsons.”
I just listened to it and know it will be stuck in my head all day.
“Dr. Zaius, Dr. Zaius….”
No reason anyone else has to share that burden.
Did it make an impression on you?
I'm quite sure I have asked that before. But at least once a summer I remember the time one of my aunts took me to Cape May and made a big deal about it.
I hope I was polite enough to seem enthusiastic about it.
…begrudgingly admire the Review Tower?
This is the August, 1969 issue. I was 14 and had a keen interest in short fiction and jazz reviews. And I was an occasional liar.
My family was visiting my grandmother in Whitehall, New York.
I spent most of my time there fishing, watching TV and messing around with NFL football cards.
But one day, while I was in the store where I bought football cards, I got an idea.
“This is for my dad,” I said as I placed the Playboy on the counter.
The scene of the crime.
The store in question, which undoubtedly closed long ago, was in the first floor of one of these buildings.
…people will stop saying that they are shocked something awful could happen in their quiet neighborhood?
I would be interested in anything she has to say about the making of “In the Heat of the Night” and “Shampoo.”