Fangoria was a part of my growing up. Of course, none of our moms would ever allow us to purchase it. So, on our way from school, we would stop in a local "drug store" to page through it. We would look at all those photos from the latest William Castle film (being spooked by the walking skeleton from The House on Haunted Hill), the decapicated heads from Hush, Hush, Sweet Charlotte and Straight-Jacket and whatever gruesome thing was in a Roger Corman flick. We all wanted to see those movies, but like the magazine we were strictly forbidden. And then, while DS was already on the air and was being featured, there were those pictures of the "ghouls" (zombies) from the controversial Night of the Living Dead." The white-coat-wearing guy, who ran the "drug-store," looking like Fran Barrone, tolerated our visits and flipping through the pages, so long as we didn't wrinkle them. Oh, look, there's a pic of Dracula or a werewolf from one of those" English" (Hammer) films! Blood covered the mouths. If our moms only knew.
Gerard