Who among us can sing the song, name the pets, deconstruct the car, the kitchen gadgets, the feet? Do the vitamins and cereal remain for sale? I don’t know. The Flintstones, derived from Ralph Kramden and his cohorts, began as a cartoon for adults but persisted as a show for children, which is how I knew them. A zillion episodes were made, each traversing the same general plot. Fred and Barney are working stiff
I recently re-watched Horns of the Nimon, a Doctor Who serial from the 1970s, starring Tom Baker. The story is a sci-fi update of Theseus and The Minotaur. Rearrange the first two syllables of Minotaur, mangle them a bit, and you get the crosswalk. Like most Doctor Who monsters, the Nimon is pure camp nonsense. Somebody wears an oversize buffalo head on his shoulders, walks with a wide stance and wobble, and catches
I am hardly the expert, and my research certainly is limited. Nevertheless, I will nominate a booth at the entrance of the Daytona Beach Flea Market as the central nexus of the MAGA world. On display and for sale are a tremendous variety of branded merchandise—mostly banners and tee shirts, but also pins, buttons, hats, shot glasses, parasols, and so forth. Everything is printed on fields of bright red or bright blue
Greetings to you from Dania Beach, Florida, which is an entire continent away from the fires raging through Los Angeles. Here in Florida we are enjoying the typical balmy weather that attracts all the Yankees in winter. The palm trees that I see outside the window are swaying in the gentle wind. Meanwhile, communities such as Pacific Palisades have been burnt to the ground, thousands now evacuated and homeless, among