Sorry for my delayed responses here. The days go by too fast. Moving is the biggest reason for my inactivity. Amongst many other things, I’m also working on some holiday treats that I am pretty sure you will enjoy, which I will upload soon.

That yacht killing story is crazy. How did Deleon think he would get away with that? Couple mysteriously missing the day the yacht is signed over to a guy who has no money? It is so moronic that if it was in a movie, it would simply be the beginning of the story — during the rest of the movie, some smart cop would figure out how and why Deleon was framed. Unfortunately, in the real world, there are just really stupid and ruthless people.

– Melissa — When Solid Gold was on, it was actually hip to be flat chested — they had to be in those slinky outfits they wore and with the moves they did. Gone are the good ol’ days. Now it is all about plastic fantastic.

– t.sterling — I bet you can find your ‘Song that never ends’ on the Internet somewhere. Someone else loves it just as much as you out there.

Crossfire? Sounds like a Jim Hendrix ditty to me.

– RJ Keller — I have not seen Peter Pan in ages. I think I am due. There are some hilarious photos online of this guy dressed up as Peter Pan. It’s been years since I have seen those as well.

The last drive-in theater near where I grew up turned to porn, since it wasn’t getting anymore customers for the regular movies once video was all the rage. So you’d be a little kid in the back seat driving down the country highway and see some serious sex action; it was jaw-dropping. We’d always try to sneak a peak.

Oh, yeah, I had some of those Disney records with the book. Used to sit at the base of the record player, flipping the record, playing it over and over again. Good stuff. Long gone.

– Karen Swim — You are Queen of Inspiration; I am glad I could send some back your way.

Either way, I just hope she’s okay! Someone go check on her.

This was back in the olden days, before VCRs and DVD players, before you could actually own any movie you wanted and watch it a billion times. Once a movie was out of the theater, that was it. (Unless a local drive in happened to replay it 20 or so years later for unknown reasons). All my mom could do was buy me a See-Read-Hear version of it, the kind with the record that narrates the story while you read the book. (“You will know it’s time to turn the page when Tinkerbell rings her little bells like this…”)

I wore that record out, then read the book on my own so many times that the thing fell apart. But every time I heard the story, or read it for myself, I felt just like I did the first time I saw it in the theater. I have to say, there’s a part of me that misses that. Movies seemed more magical to me then. I appreciated them more.

That didn’t stop me from buying Peter Pan on DVD as an adult, of course. And each time Peter says, “Come on everybody! Here we GO-oooo…off to Neverland!!!” I feel just like I did the first time I saw it in the theater.