My spouse is reliving childhood TV memories, and sharing them with the kids, via the glories of Netflix. One of the recent ventures was Journey to the Center of the Earth starring James Mason and a very young Pat Boone.
I was prepared to go all “Mystery Science Theater 3000″ on the movie, which richly deserved it, but I got sidetracked by Pat Boone, who spent a lot of time displaying his bare chest. I hate to admit it (since Pat Boone was the last word in square when I was a tad) but he was actually quite handsome, at least until he broke out the accordion.
The kids strongly preferred “Rocky and Bullwinkle.” It frightened me to discover just how much of it is permanently engraved in my brain. (”Nothin’ up my sleeve — PRESTO!” ROAR! “Ooh! Don’t know my own strength!”) If only I could reclaim some of that storage space!
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