I turned in the cable box! I’m saving $100 a month. Tonight I am NOT watching the disappointing Oscars. Instead, I’m devouring one of my favorite oldies from 1954, The High and the Mighty, with John Wayne and Robert Stack, a fabulous relationship study of the doomed passengers, back when you really did care if the plane went down! The theme song always brings me to tears.
Movies on Prime Video are so much fun to watch when the names of the players show up on the screen. I’m checking in on my elderly memory as I guess the names of the actors and actresses from more than a half century ago – and I’m guessing right!
I’m reliving the good ole days when the stewardess smoked and a little boy of divorced parents takes the flight alone wearing his six-shooter in a cowboy holster – and no one is shocked. I may have sprung forward this morning, but I’m enjoying my nostalgic trip back to the past tonight.
Some friends shame me when it comes to my taste in television shows and movies; they insist that I must see this or that and that I must not live in the past. But, hey, I truly enjoy old episodes of Highway Patrol starring Broderick Crawford, the first overweight on-screen officer. My new find on Samsung streaming is Shout!TV, weirdness at its primal roots; I can’t stop laughing at the Sci-Fi movie theatre commentators.
What can I say to my friends, who mean well, but irritate the heck out me with their seemingly all-knowing Patron d’Art attitudes? Don’t they get that the original Invasion of the Body Snatchers is frightfully orgasmic?
Happy To Be Me in Blue Jay
Dear Happy,
I thought I was alone, but now I have a comrade in arms – or comrade in channels!
Perhaps it’s our living among nature, the innocence of the squirrels and jays, or the wandering skunk family flitting through the yard, that has a part in changing our entertainment desires. Personally, I enjoy very much watching MacGyver and all of his scientific tricks; his mullet alone intrigues me. Then there’s good old boy James Garner in The Rockford Files; he’s a real man’s man P.I., although he’s always broke and lives on hot dogs and greasy burgers.
What to tell your well-meaning friends? How about sharing with them your new old TV finds? As you do so, have a glow on your smiling face and peace and joy in your eyes. No Modern Family for you! Good luck.
Sidney
Send your questions for Sidney to Sidney@thealpinemountaineer.com or by snail mail to Dear Sidney, The Alpine Mountaineer, P.O. Box 4572, Crestline, CA 92325.
This advice is intended for entertainment purposes only. No animals were harmed in the writing of this column.
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