In the Zone
I love my son-in-law for many reasons.
He cherishes my daughter. He gave me my granddaughter. And he appreciates The Twilight Zone.
Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. I AM the luckiest woman in all the land. 😉
I watched my first episode of TZ in 1959. I was nine. And it scared the ever-loving cr@p out of me. Between Rod Serling’s amazing voice setting the stage with absolute perfection to the intricate plot–it was the one with the guy who spontaneously combusted –this was my inaugural leap into the breath-stealing suspense that an excellent writer can create, sustain and have you recall with shivers 50+ years later.
At the time, I was too young to know or care what a progressive Rod Serling was. Now, to understand he regularly did battle with TV execs and sponsors to deliver messages addressing censorship, anti-war politics and racism, cause me to celebrate his spirit. His wife quoted him, after his death, as saying: “… the ultimate obscenity is not caring, not doing something about what you feel, not feeling! Just drawing back and drawing in; becoming narcissistic.”
Gene Roddenberry, who created Star Trek (another of my addictions) said of him: “No one could know Serling, or view or read his work, without recognizing his deep affection for humanity … and his determination to enlarge our horizons by giving us a better understanding of ourselves.”