One photo. One memory. One thing to pass on to a kid. Then we’re gone till Thursday.
Saturday afternoons, I don’t have time for sports. I have time for Godzilla. Every episode is an operatic playground of gigantic, world-destroying monsters, courtesy of the one TV guy who gets me — Svengoolie.
Friend? Enemy? He’s a huge laser-breathing lizard. Doesn’t matter.
Christmas morning, this guy is under the tree.
I rip open the packaging. He shoots his fists! I don’t remember Svengoolie ever showing me that — but I don’t care. I finally have a bad guy to go toe-to-toe with my Mego Spider-Man. Mom’s hair net is Spidey’s web.
The living room is not safe.
Homework Assignment
Tell a kid about the satisfying hum of electronics - the almost deafening roar a VCR made while rewinding a tape.
See ya next Thursday.
-SMCoaT crew
