The whole thing with the police jailing Philip on a pretext that is beyond flimsy is pretty damn ridiculous.

G.

Thrillsville.  (set in Portland, Maine.)

Am home today nursing myself through a minor bout of fluishness and happened to stumble upon this guy's videos on YouTube.  They are selections of old 1960s photos of the DS cast, mostly taken outside the studio, with cute musical tracks.  Only some of the videos actually play when I click on them; some just bring up a dark screen.  This one played like a charm and featured a couple of shots of Grayson which, believe it or not, I had never seen before, along with plenty of Jonathan, Lara et al. that were also new to me:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ryf8g0UuKSA&feature=related

It would be great if a quality book could be issued some day that would collect a nice selection of these from various fans.

I am finding it hard to believe that in not too many years from now, it will all have been fifty years ago.  As the late Sandy Denny said,  Who knows where the time goes?

G.

I thought her actual birth year was 1908?  In 1973 Grayson talked of having attended her 65th birthday party.

G.

I'm sure the suit dude could only remember "port" and said "Portland" in lieu of "Collinsport."

btw, for those who enjoy reading behind the scenes stuff about the insane world of Ho'wood, there's a hysterical piece about big producer and hair stylist Jon Peters in the current Vanity Fair.  Apparently Peters is literally an illiterate.  It's wild stuff.

G.

MB. this is truly priceless and beyond words hysterical--on every level!

It's like Martin Scorcese visits Collinsport.  Oh, the unbridled rage!  the steaming levels of testorone!

I'm loving the dreadful symphony of horrid fabrics represented by Bruno's ranch poodle jacket, Jeb's nightmarishly textured sweater, and the hair of both men, especially Jeb's raging carrot-top coiffure.

Unspeakably evil!

G.

Maybe it's practice for his re-staging of the Barnabas Collins: Attorney at Law segment from 1840???

G.