Do you remember the old television shows Roy Rogers, Lone Ranger, Bat Masterson, and the like? Well, neither do I, but what I do recall, to mention a few, are the written classics, War of the Worlds, The Old Man and the Sea, and Journey to the Centre of the Earth (for all you, “Vernians.”)
If I really dig deep, when it comes to classic entertainment, my fondest memories were as a child viewing Warner Brother’s cartoons. Early Saturday morning my sister and I would arise from our slumber being careful not to wake the parents. We would park our butts on the floor in front of that magic screen and watch Bugs Bunny, with his Bronx accent outsmart any number of characters foolish enough to take-him-on.
While Bugs was my favorite we mustn’t forget Daffy Duck, Tweety Bird, Sylvester, Yosemite Sam, Foghorn Leghorn, Elmer Fudd, Porky Pig, Marvin the Martian, Coyote, Road Runner, Tasmanian Devil, and a cast of characters all brought to life by the late, great Mel Blanc.
I’ll have to admit that anytime I get to watch those great cartoons of yesteryear, I turn into that little boy sitting in front of the boob tube early Saturday morning.
They say you can never go back . . . I don’t know, I tend to disagree.