Tuesday, July 05, 2005
Tragedy in Mama's World
It's 1967. Hot day in Southern California. I'm driving an old car without AC. I'm tired. Just another average day in Paradise.
I drive into the garage. Start to open the door to the house. Mama is babysitting our kids. She opens the door before I do.
"Well, Neal died!" she says.
WHOOP! My heart pounds! I feel the blood rush from my head. NEAL DIED! My heart almost stops.
Wait...What the....? Who the hell is Neal? I don't know any Neal. "Mama, who is Neal"?
"NEAL! You know. Neal on As the World Turns."
She watched the soap opera As the World Turns for 45 years. She talked to the television, warning characters to be careful, "Don't listen to him. He's a liar." "She's up to no good!" She gave'em a piece of her mind all right.
Personally I preferred Carol Burnett's As the Stomach Turns.
I told her she'd be in real trouble if she ever scared me that way again. She smiled her little smile. Silly me.