I’ve added a new cat on the deck. I’ve lost two that came around every day for feeding time, now there is a new one. Very pretty, grey and white spotted with beautiful green eyes. He will almost let me touch him, but not quite so I know he has people somewhere. I guess I’m a sucker for cats and most all animals except armadillos, opossums, snakes, alligators, bears and wild hogs.
When we (my cousins, neighbors and various stray kids) were little, we caught an armadillo in a trap in the yard and painted him with graffiti. We put our names on his back and let him go, hoping one day to see him again. We also caught several box tortoises with the same idea in mind. We never saw any of them again.
I’ve seen movies about everything from giant tarantulas to rogue grizzlies killing people. I should be terrified of all forms of life on the planet Earth by now. I’ve even seen giant extra-terrestrial carrots come down and attack people and don’t forget the Attack of the Killer Tomatoes. Maybe I should add vegetables in the terror groupings.
Last night with the satellite TV on the blink, I watched the original Andromeda Strain. I have seen it several times since it came out in 1973 so I know the story-line like the back of my hand. I remember how this movie affected the 1970’s crowd. They were all terrified of germs and bacteria from outer space. When I watched it last night, I realized I, along with half of America, had missed the entire point of the movie. Biological Warfare. The movie was an anti-biological warfare movie! After all these years, I had to pop myself on the forehead and say “Duh!”. But then I have to forgive myself since I was only a goofy teenager at the time and had no idea what biological warfare was. After that shocking realization, I had to think about how simple my life was back then and how much I would love to be back there even though I absolutely abhor That Seventies Show.
Oh, how I loved the seventies and yet, when I see pictures of the styles and people from that time, I’m appalled. And then, I loved the eighties even more. I still listen to the music, but again, the pictures and movies from that era are appalling. Of course, some of the movies are classics. Who can dismiss Jaws? The Deep? Star Wars? No one, you might think, but then you would be wrong.
I am on the bottom rung of the Baby Boomer generation. We have been running (I should say ruining) the country for years. Anyone can see this by the number of old series and classics that were remade by Baby Boomers unwilling to let go of the ‘glory days’ as Bruce ‘the Boss’ Springstein would say. In the past few years, I have witnessed the transition to the next generation gradually take over with new versions of the Dukes of Hazzard, the Incredible Hulk, Transformers and Batman.
As sad as it seems, this, too, shall pass and we’ll see more remakes and more re-mistakes as the generations progress. Nothing is eternal, not even the pyramids or Zawi Hawass. Someday, when that Green Slime arrives on a Meteor, gets made into Soylent Green by the Blade Runner and we all mutate into the Walking Dead, we’ll be wondering what happened to Bruce Willis, Charlton Heston and Harrison Ford.