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IMAGINATION and FANTASIES

Pacific Island, and, Yanks with backpacks, and helmets
searching out some buildings or crouching behind Head Rows.

The theaters must have had a plan because they always saved
the cartons for last. Bugs Bunny, Pluto, Tom & Jerry or
Donald Duck were some. All in color, a pleasant change from
the black and white. The greatest tease was whether the Wolf
would ever be clever enough to capture the Road Runner.
Boy was he smart. It never ended well for him when he
missed. The wolf really suffered, falling over a ledge or being
crushed by a boulder.
I never missed the Saturday movies. But I always had a most
unfortunate experience following them. Coming out of the
dark theater and eager to hop on my trusted steed to make my
way home, at full speed.

I’d never stop in the theater lobby to adjust to the bright sun
light. By jumping into the light I would be blinded and by the
time I’d gotten home my head would be splitting. Our family
doctor, Dr Mitchell was sure they were migraine headaches.
I’d get them at least every week, sometimes more often.
During the week I’d have to rely on other help to gather my
imagination. It would come from our radio. If the movies
were pictorially explicit, radio never held back. They used
inventive sounds and imaginary deceptions to make your hair
stand on end. Joe and I would listen to them together. Some

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