Welcome to Friday the 13th, the evening of watching those old time horror movies on the tube. Personally I prefer the old science fiction movies, like the Day the Earth Stood Still, Invaders from Mars, The Original Body Snatchers, This Island Earth and the rest of those B-movies from the late 50’s. So if you are checking your local TV listings and find your favorite, sit down on the couch, grab some chips or popcorn, shut the lights off and enjoy the show.
Today is also “GO WEST DAY.” The only things I can relate to this holiday are the words of American author Horace Greeley who favored westward expansion with his words of July 13, 1865, “GO WEST YOUNG MAN.” Greeley envisioned fertile farmland of the west as an ideal opportunity for people to work hard and succeed and escape the problems of the big cities of the East. So Wagons Ho everybody and let’s head West, I’m planning to stop my western move somewhere in the South Pacific on a nice, lush tropical island.
Here is a food favorite of many people today “FRENCH FRIES DAY.” Now Joey Z like his fries nice and thick not those skinny shoestring ones. Some of my favorite ones were on the boardwalk at Seaside Heights, NJ in that snow cone cup nice and hot, thick and loaded with salt. My grandmother made the best fries ever and I know I mentioned this many times. She had an old pot, filled it with oil, took baking potatoes cut them in quarters and dropped them in. I don’t know how she did it but those fries came out nice and crisp on the outside and soft and tender on the inside. For you fast food fries lovers try 5 Guys their fries are great and you get plenty of them.
Hey I forgot its Friday and I wish you all a great weekend, be careful, enjoy and I’ll see you soon at Joey Z’s.
2 comments:
AT 10 I was tough. Nothing frightened me. For that matter my parents would leave me alone on Friday or Saturday night on occasion after my sister "eloped", and they would go off to the "card club" playing penny poker and such. Of course I would find some scary movie or The Twilight Zone or something.
At some point, usually when the giant spider that got exposed to radiation (whatever that was right?), just as the damsel in distress or "dat dress" or whatever, would be trapped in a cave and the "hero" go caught in that gluey web, the hair on my neck would stand up. I would then go in the kitchen and get the biggest knife I could find and down the basement for a hatchet.
Just in case of course. Back in those days we were more afraid of a rogue zombie from the celluloid world than we were of a real burglar or such. Of course, when Mom and Dad came home, with the weapons under the couch .. everything was fine and the only challenge was getting the hatchet back down in the basement after they turned in for the night. Of course, in the mid 70's we had an occasional unwelcome night visitor. They were greeted by my Ted Williams "signature" model J.C. Higgins, of the "ventilated rib" sort with high brass. Just the sound sent them scattering even though it was empty. Oh! One time I forgot about the hatchet and Mom found it and with a very red face I had to "fess" up that the scary movie ... :)
Loved those old horror movies, my wife loves the one called Nestafaratu the 1920 silent movie, probably spelled it wrong. Give me the Twilight Zone and Alfred Hitchcock.
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