Isn’t it fascinating how the interests in our young lives carry over into adulthood? In my case, it was the legendary man from Krypton, A.K.A. Superman. As a youngster, I read his comic books, watched all television shows and inhaled every movie the Man of Steel made, not to mention tying a towel around my neck, extending my arms, and flying around the yard, leaping whatever I could leap in a single bound. Even today, especially with the enhanced special effects we enjoy, I cannot resist a movie centered on my favorite superhero.
Superman being Science Fiction, makes my gravitating toward the same genre as an author a natural occurrence. Although, my novels do not include a man dressed in a blue, a red cape and boots of the same color, there are similarities. There is an abundance of characters that fly and display super human strengths. Furthermore, the majority of battles center around good versus evil, and the power of good wins out in the end.
Sometimes, I believe it would be great to have a Superman in this day and age. Of course, if we take a moment to think, our Superman was nailed to a cross 2000 years ago.
Have a fantastic week and don’t forget today is Memorial Day, a time we pay tribute to all the brave souls that made the ultimate sacrifice that we may enjoy the freedoms we have today.
As a young lad, I could not recall a time without a television in the house. Our first set was on the order of a twenty-five inch Zenith black and white floor model. At that time, only four stations aired: NBC, CBS, ABC, and PBS.
My favorite superhero was the one and only Superman. On the big screen that sat in the living room, I watched George Reeves fly around Metropolis doing good to all he met. Copying my hero, this translated to me running around the yard with a towel wrapped around my neck and my arms out front pretending to be flying. Though created before my time, through this show I gazed at this amazing flying man in syndication.
Gilligan’s Island was another favorite. With each episode, I just knew they would get off of the island until Gilligan bungled another rescue attempt. It seemed I watched the majority of my favorite programs in syndication; shows like Leave it to Beaver,TheAndy Griffith Show, and Hogan’s Heroes, just to name a few. Each season, stations offered new programs to watch in the fall. If these new series were popular, they ran most of the year and we watched them again as summer reruns. New shows of the same series premiered in the fall, returned as summer reruns, and so the cycle began.
At that time, producers filmed thirty or more episodes every year, for each series; something you don’t see today. In this day and age, reruns are much more prevalent than in years past. As usual, the consumer seems to get less and less for their money, and I find myself watching more and more of the old shows that have morals and, in most cases, a valuable message.
I guess it’s true; the more things change, the more they stay the same.
Have a great week, God bless, and do yourself a favor by watching a sitcom dated pre-1970.