When I was a kid, I fell in love with old time radio. It’s one of the few rituals that survived through to now. Never before has access to old time radio shows been more open. As a kid, I had to wait until 11pm every Sunday night for Theatre of the Mind – where two shows would be aired back-to-back. Otherwise, I had to go to the public library and borrow cassette tapes of old time radio.
Now – there’s podcasts, audio streams, XM radio – plus subscription sites (the best would be RU Sitting Comfortably or RUSC).
There’s an episode of Suspense, titled August Heat. It’s a peculiarly chilling episode. An artist is overcome by the feverish heat of an angry August day and compulsively sketches a picture. He isn’t lucid until he nearly completes the picture. It’s of a strange man whom he’s never seen before. Oddly, the artist did not draw one of the man’s hands. It appears as though it would’ve been holding something, but the artist could never know because the ‘inspiration’ is gone.
Later that day, the artist is out for a stroll. He comes across a stone carver working in his shop. Something draws the artist into the stone cutter’s shop…he’s not certain what. The stone cutter is working on a display piece for his store front. This piece happens to be a gravestone.
“How do you pick a name?” asks the artist.
“I just make a name, birth and death up. See.”
The stone cutter turns the gravestone around – it is carved with the artist’s name and birth date. The date of death….is today.
And it goes from there.
Well, today is one of those days. 40 degrees Celsius outside. Humid as hell (if the fires of hell allow for humidity!!). I am losing my mind. Everyone around me is losing theirs too. All I ask – where’s the snow? Bring on the snow.