Curtain's up

My mom grew up going to the movies. I think they were cheap and it wasn’t a sin yet. She knows all the classics and one of my favorite youth memories is sitting together (with sis “Ducks on a pond”) in the living room watching the afternoon matinees on Summer TV. I don’t know how many times Rock Hudson faked Doris Day into loving him, got found out and dumped, then married just as Ms Day was going into delivery.

There were Bogart films and Hitchcock mysteries (which still get me), Westerns and Happy End love stories (which still don’t get me). Bing and Frank and Dean and, of course, Bob who was always on the road to somewhere. Did he ever get the girl?

Mom knows them all, which still amazes me. “I’ll take Cinema for $1000, please.”

Three things brought this to mind:

Dean Martin, Kim Novak and that guy who was My Favorite Martian were on Swiss TV just the other evening. In English, mind you. Mom, you’d have liked that one.

I saw this in yesterday’s paper, which proves it’s NOT a sin to go to the cinema.
It's by Burki,

And, obviously, it’s Mother’s Day.

Love you, Mom.