Halloween Oreos, 2018 Edition!

Nabisco Halloween Oreos have become a bit of an annual tradition in our house--at least for the Little Monsters and myself anyway. They've actually been written about here before in the post The Overwhelming Onslaught of Oreos in October of 2015. In that one I chronicled the fact that Oreos have become one of the most varied snack foods of all time, with all kinds of new and limited-edition flavors being introduced on a regular basis. But that post also shared my experience of trying to find some Halloween Oreos that fall. We generally don't eat a lot of junk food in our household (mostly due to The Wife's odd insistence that we all try to lead as healthy a life as possible). Due to that fact, it's pretty rare to find snack foods like Oreo cookies in our cupboards. That's probably the biggest reason that Halloween Oreos have become the tradition that they have for us (or at least for me and the Little Monsters). The fact that we simply don't get a chance to eat stuff like that very often means that when we DO get a chance it's kind of like a special event. And it's probably worth mentioning that there is one other element to our little annual tradition beyond the Oreo cookies themselves. We'll get to that after a little more background.

I'm not sure exactly when I first decided to pick up a package of Halloween Oreos (or when I first realized that there was even such a thing as a special Halloween edition of Oreos for that matter). But the tradition goes back at least to 2013. I know that because I have some photos of the Little Monsters enjoying the special edition snacks.

The 2013 edition of the Little Monsters with the 2013 edition of Halloween Oreos

As far as I can remember we've gotten a package of them each year ever since (and probably earlier too, I just don't have photographic proof). The next that time I'm sure we had them was 2015. That was the year of the post mentioned above about the Overwhelming Onslaught of Oreos. That post covered both the amazing array of Oreo products available and the celebration that ensued once I was able to track down that year's special Oreos.

And suddenly three more years have passed by since that blog! I have not only been quite lax about writing blog posts over the past few years in general, I've also not done a very good job of chronicling our Halloween Oreo adventures during that time. But I'm very happy to report that back around the end of September I was able to snag a package of the 2018 Halloween Oreos when I saw them at the local grocery store. They were tucked safely away in the kitchen and nearly forgotten about until just recently when I finally broke them out and the Little Monsters joined me for our annual tradition. So, just what does that annual tradition include besides the eating of the special orange creme Halloween Oreos? Milk? Well yes, that's generally included, but it's not really what we're talking about. There's one other important element. You might have noticed something in the 2013 photo above that will give you a clue (actually it will probably give it away). It has to do with watching something on TV.

Each year when October rolls around I always like to try to watch as many Halloween-themed things with the Little Monsters as possible. Unfortunately, as they've gotten older tastes have changed, schedules have become more and more full and TV watching time has become severely restricted. Some of the things we used to watch all the time included: "Abbott & Costello Meet Frankenstein", "Young Frankenstein", "It's The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown", the "Fright Night" episode from the fourth season of "The Brady Bunch", the Disney Sing Along Songs "Happy Haunting" video (a bit on the "babyish" side for the Monsters at this point to be honest, but still a household classic!), the "Trick or Treat" episode from the second season of "CHiPs" and as many "Tree House of Horror" episodes of "The Simpsons" as possible, just to name a few.

The Monsters watching A&C Meet Frankenstein way back in 2011

Time has become way too rare and fleeting to watch EVERYTHING anymore, but we do have to hit at least a few of those classics before Halloween. And one--which might seem quite random and oddball--is a definite must. There's a certain show that I ALWAYS try to squeeze in, and for some reason it has also managed to become attached to the annual unveiling of the Halloween Oreos. And that show is...the "Ship of Ghouls" episode from the second season of "The Love Boat"! Not only is it an episode of "The Love Boat" (which is one of the things the Monsters and I--thankfully--still enjoy watching together), it's also a Halloween episode. And the best part of all? It features the great Vincent Price as a guest star! While the Little Monsters may not have seen many of Vincent Price's classic horror movies, they are familiar with him from the Hawaii episodes of "The Brady Bunch" and the video for Michael Jackson's "Thriller".

Here are the Little Monsters partaking in our annual October tradition of eating Halloween Oreos, drinking milk and watching "The Love Boat" and Vincent Price. Mission accomplished!

And now let's finish up with a few more moments from the "Ship of Ghouls" episode and some more photos of the 2018 Halloween Oreos:

The 2018 edition appears to have the exact same designs as the 2013 ones (seen above)

2013 Halloween Oreos

2015 Halloween Oreos

2018 Halloween Oreos

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

Grown-Up Nightmares!

Way back in the infancy of the Monster Dad blog I wrote about a couple of the recurring nightmares  of my youth (Recurring Nightmares). In fact that post was written exactly EIGHT YEARS AGO on October 8, 2010! It was one of the early posts on the blog, kind of keeping with the "getting to know me" vibe of those early days. Generally when I write about myself here it tends to be things that happened when I was a kid. But I think it's worth mentioning that even grown-ups have dreams--and nightmares for that matter. I'm certainly no exception. While the subject of one of the scariest nightmares I've ever had as an adult is quite different from what scared my unconscious mind when I was a kid, it was still very frightening to me just the same. Before I share that nightmare, let's take a quick recap of the recurring nightmares I had as a kid, just as a frame of reference. And maybe we'll take a quick look at a semi-regular recurring dream/nightmare that I've had as an adult as well.

Recurring Nightmares of Childhood

The two nightmares I shared in 2010 weren't necessarily the scariest dreams I've ever had, but they were the two that I kept having over and over for a period of time in my youth. The first one involved Godzilla. Not a particularly odd or original thing for a kid who grew up watching old monster movies on Creature Double Feature on Boston TV in the 1970s and early 80s to dream about. In this dream I found myself inside my house--in fact I was in the living room where I generally watched Godzilla movies and the like on Saturday afternoons on Creature Double Feature. I was alone in the house and I would hear the unmistakable sound of Godzilla walking (stomping) in my direction. He seemed to be downtown (probably about a quarter of a mile away) and getting closer. For whatever reason (I guess because it was MY dream and all) I knew without a doubt that he was coming straight for our house. I would try to find a place to hide, and every time that place would be a little corner of the living room where there were shelves above my head and clothes hanging (basically a closet without walls). So I was hiding in the corner, but wasn't actually hidden or concealed in any real way. Godzilla kept coming closer and closer until he was nearly at our house. I couldn't move at that point and just hoped for the best. It's worth mentioning here that the room I was hiding in was on the second floor of the house. Godzilla would come right up to the house, bend down to the second floor level and look into the window. Naturally he was looking in RIGHT AT ME, cowering helpless in the corner! I could see that huge monster eye staring in at me! At that point (mercifully) the nightmare would always end and I'd wake up in a panic. Many years later Steven Spielberg channeled my dream when he filmed the scene in Jurassic Park where the T-Rex looks into the window of the upturned vehicle that had the kids hiding in it.

And a number of years after that the Hotel Gracery Shinjuku in Tokyo, Japan took the channeling of my dream even further by building a full-scale Godzilla head into the hotel itself so that some guests were able to get a very similar view from their window that I got in the living room of my own nightmare!

The second most common recurring nightmare I had as a kid also featured a giant monster. In this case it was a dinosaur (kinda-sorta related to Godzilla in some ways I suppose, but also more in line with the stuff found in Jurassic Park--though this dream occurred many years before Jurassic Park). The dinosaur was probably a T-Rex or something similar, but it was the "scientifically-incorrect" version that is familiar to people who grew up in the 1970s and earlier from the movies and TV shows of the time. The Boston Museum of Science had one of these old-school dinosaurs as the centerpiece of it's prehistory exhibit until it was replaced by a more scientifically-correct version in more recent years. The old one was banished to the outside of the building, where it still resides to this day. The Little Monsters and I always take a photo of that lonely relic of the past whenever we visit the museum.

The more modern type of dinosaur seen in the Jurassic Park films 

The old Museum of Science T-Rex in the 1970s

The Little Monsters with the outdated MoS dinosaur

Anyway, in this nightmare I'd be outside of my house. We lived at the end of a dead end street and our house was mostly surrounded by woods. I would be playing in the front yard and would hear the dinosaur in the woods coming for me. As it would approach I would naturally try to run away. But in a cruel twist of nightmare reality...I couldn't run! I would go through the motions (seemingly in slow motion!), but not be able to get any distance between me and the dinosaur as it got closer and closer. The dream always ended with the dinosaur reaching down to grab me. And I'd wake up in a similar panic to what I felt when the Godzilla nightmare ended. But the last time I ever had the dream the creature actually DID grab me, lifted me in the air and brought me closer to its mouth. At that point in my life I had heard the theory that if you were to die in your dream you'd die in real life (where did that idea come from anyway?). I think I realized that fact IN the dream and it caused me to wake up in an even bigger panic than I had ever had before! After that I never had that dream again. Or at least not yet...

A Recurring Nightmare of Adulthoood

I can't say that I've had many recurring dreams as an adult. And the one that I have had (and still do on occasion to this day) is probably a variation on one that I'll bet is pretty common and familiar to many others. It's based in childhood and I probably started having this one late in my childhood (high school?). But instead of featuring monsters and dinosaurs, this one was based in that all too real horror, my school. There were actually a few different versions of this dream/nightmare, but I kind of lump them all together as a single type. In all of these dreams I would find myself back in one of my old schools or one that was pretty similar. In some of the dreams I wouldn't be able to find my locker. In others I'd find my locker, but wouldn't remember my combination! In others I wouldn't be able to find my homeroom in time. In yet others I wouldn't be able to remember my schedule and couldn't figure out where I was supposed to go. And in others I would simply get lost in the hallways. Like I said, I think these types of dreams are probably pretty common. It's kind of funny that no matter how long I've been out of school these dreams still happen, and they still give me that same uneasy feeling that they would give me back in my school days. Well, it's not funny so much as strange and scary.

The Scariest Dream I've Had as an Adult

And now we'll finish up with the scariest dream I've had (so far) as an adult. Other than the forgotten locker combination-type dreams I haven't really had many recurring dreams as a grown-up. But I do still have plenty of dreams and nightmares. This one was one of the few that I can say which has ever caused me to literally wake up in a cold sweat from. And, in this case the dream had a very adult kind of theme. Instead of monsters or dinosaurs or other typically scary things, this one featured something that I don't think would have really frightened me too much as a kid. But by my mid-20s (when I had this one) it was a VERY scary thing to think about.

This dream/nightmare was very short and straight-to-the-point, but still VERY effective. In it I simply woke up from a night of sleep and headed to the bathroom. Nothing too interesting there. But, when I got to the bathroom I turned and looked in the mirror. Looking back at me was my own reflection. Pretty normal, huh? It might have been normal, except for the fact that the reflection had a pretty advanced case of...MALE PATTERN BALDNESS!

Image from CBSNews.com

Yup, that was it. I took one look at that version of myself in the mirror and literally woke up in a cold sweat! I can't think of too many times when that actually happened to me, no matter how scary a nightmare might be. I guess reality can be even scarier than fantasy in some cases! I had a full head of hair as a kid and didn't really start noticing my hairline receding until a few years after this dream. But I'm sure that the first signs of thinning were present by then. There must have been some reason for this vision to have such a visceral effect on me. Even now that I'm nearly fifty I still haven't reached that distinctive "horseshoe" look of baldness that is all too common among many men. But I seem to be slowly but surely heading inevitably in that direction. And all through the process the memory of that one-time nightmare has always stuck with me...

Image from TheIdleMan.com

 The Horror, The Horror!

A Birthday Present from Google!

Well, what a nice surprise that was! Today is my birthday and I just finished writing a post about my continued battles with Time (Monster Dad vs. Time 2: Time and Tide Wait for No Man). As the number of one's birthday increases, the excitement level of the approach of that birthday tends to go down in a proportional way (at least that's been the case for me). But there can certainly be positive things about birthdays, even when one is as old and decrepit as Monster Dad. While doing a little research for other blog and video projects I found myself visiting that faithful old online research tool Google. To my surprise I was greeted with a new Google Doodle that featured the letters of the word "GOOGLE" as candles. And the flames on the "candles" were animated. Also, some of the letters had eyes that moved and/or blinked and one of them was tapping its little foot. It was all pretty cute. I figured that Google must be celebrating some sort of birthday or anniversary and didn't think too much more of it.

But when I put my cursor over the Doodle I saw a highlighted message that read "Happy Birthday, Glen!" OMG, the Doodle was for ME! Google was using my name and birthday to send me a personalized greeting of sorts. How neat! But then again, in a way...how creepy! We put so much information online nowadays, and sometimes we have no idea how our personal information will be used and whether some unscrupulous person/website might collect/buy/steal that information for nefarious purposes. But, hey, it's my birthday. Let's keep this positive and worry about the possibility of identity theft another day. Thanks a lot Google for "thinking" of me on my special day (or, at least thank you for having a special algorithm that simulates the fact that someone over there was thinking about me today). I appreciate it! Or, at least for the most part I appreciate it. I think...

Monster Dad vs. Time 2: Time and Tide Wait for No Man

Well, it looks like it's time (time, get it?) to revisit an old topic. Time* has always been one of my (least) favorite subjects. I wrote about it back in the early days of this blog (Monster Dad vs. Time) in order to kind of introduce the idea of my battles with Time and how much of an influence (positive or, more likely, negative) it has had on my life. It was part of a sort of "get to know Monster Dad" thing I was doing early on in those first posts.

Today is my forty-ninth birthday. A birthday is frequently a time that we (or at least I anyway) find ourselves looking back on our life, and looking forward to think about what remains of that life. I've actually been meaning to write more about Time ever since that initial blog entry way back in 2010. I've also been meaning to write more here at the blog in general. About two-and-a-half months ago I made a bit of a promise to myself (and any readers who might care) to write more than I have been in the past few years. And then...it took me about two-and-a-half months to write again! I can blame some of that on Time and not having enough of it but, to be honest, for the most part it was my own fault.

But anyway, as I mentioned, I wrote about Time and my issues with it eight years ago. Those issues have never gone away, and have in fact become even more complicated as Time has continued to march on. While the idea of writing about Time again has been on my mind for a while, the approach of yet another birthday has finally spurred me on to get some words down on paper (or the screen, as it were). I decided to revisit that old post myself to see what I had written way back when Monster Dad was still a new thing in my life. As it turned out, it was written EXACTLY eight years ago...on my birthday! Back then I was turning forty-one. The blog post actually did a pretty good job of explaining my issues with Time and what life is like for someone in my situation. There's no doubt that I've placed too much emphasis on complaining about and worrying about Time (wasting much precious Time in the process), but it still seemed like a good idea to share my experiences for anyone who might happen to feel the same or similar in some ways. And I suppose it also serves as a bit of some sort of "therapy" for me to share it and "get it out there". Who knows. But whatever the reason, I'm here to talk and complain about Time once again!

Time is a constant. Time is a concept that was invented by man as a way to explain, well, I suppose the only word to describe it is...Time. For whatever reason I have always been acutely aware of the passage of Time, even as a small kid. Despite what I just mentioned about Time being a constant, there have been times where I've definitely felt that Time was moving very slowly. This has generally been while I was sitting in a class in school desperately waiting for it to be over or some similar situation (a watched pot will never boil, a watched clock will never ring to tell you class is FINALLY done). But much more frequently I've felt that Time has moved a lot FASTER than it should be moving. This feeling has only increased as I've grown older. I think that this is generally a pretty common thing for most people. There's a paradox where children feel Time is moving too slowly and adults feel it is moving too quickly (despite the cold, hard facts that tell us it is moving at the same pace ALL THE TIME). I feel that people (like myself) have an inner understanding or sensation of Time that is constant in its own way, but separate from the scientific constant of Time. When we're young we feel Time is moving very slowly. We don't suddenly shift to feeling the opposite when we reach adulthood. Instead, our concept of Time is constantly evolving as we're aging. It slowly increases (at a constant pace) so that it feels a bit "less slow" each year. At some point we actually reach a balance where our sensation of the passage of Time matches up with the actual pace of Time. I don't know when this balance is achieved (Teen years? Early adulthood? Maybe it's different for everyone?), but we don't keep it for long. Just like Time, our sensation of the passage of Time continues to speed up (remember I mentioned it was a constant?). Suddenly we find ourselves wondering "where did the Time go?". That feeling only continues to increase as we continue to age. What causes this to happen? Well, it could be that our young, immature minds are only equipped to deal with Time that way. As we age and our minds develop we are set on an unfortunate course toward not only a better understanding of the world, but also toward a continually faster-paced world. On the other hand...this might all just be something I'm imagining. Either way, I guess that's my theory. It's the best that my mind has been able to come up with to try to explain something so simple yet so complicated as the passage of Time.

Now, let's get back to a more personal level. It's hard to believe that the original Monster Dad vs. Time blog was posted eight years ago today. It's hard to believe that it's taken me this long to revisit the subject. It's also hard to believe--or maybe it shouldn't be based on what I just said above about my crackpot theory on the passage of Time--that it does indeed feel like Time's moving even faster than it was in 2010! At the time I was complaining about the fact that, in addition to being forty-one myself, the Little Monster was five years old. And, the Tiny Beast was already almost one-and-a-half. They seemed to be growing up so fast (too fast)! Jump forward to now and the Little Monster isn't so little anymore. She's less than two months away from being a teenager! And the Beast is nine! A lot has happened in the eight years between these two blog posts, but it really does feel like it has gone by in the blink of an eye.

The lesson to be learned here is probably one that involves me "slowing down" to enjoy things and to stop worrying about Time and how much it seems to be against me. That all sounds well and fine, but it's hard to teach an old dog (or Monster Dad) new tricks. And this whole issue with Time is something that's been with me for close to half a century now. I don't see it going away any time soon.

Here's a final thought that touches on the ravages of Time on a personal level. In the original Monster Dad vs. Time blog I mentioned that I had recently entered my forties. I tried to take comfort in the fact that it was at least the "early-forties". But then a couple years later I found myself in the undeniable land of the "mid-forties". I tried to hold onto that as long as I could before finally admitting I was in my "late-forties". Now I have to jokingly tell everyone (including myself) that this forty-ninth year means that I am indeed STILL in my forties. Even if it's as late as you can get in your "late forties", at least I'm still not FIFTY yet! It's mainly a matter of semantics, but it's still true. But give it another 364 days or so and we'll see where we are...

"Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin' into the future"

                                                                         Fly Like an Eagle, by the Steve Miller Band

*As in the original blog post I decided to capitalize the word "Time" when it appears as the subject of this post as if it were a proper name. I figure that Time really is kind of the lead "character" of sorts in this post, and capitalizing it just seems appropriate--even if it's not 100% grammatically correct.

It Was Twenty Years Ago Today!

It Was Twenty Years Ago Today!

No, I'm not talking about when Sgt. Pepper taught the band to play (though that was an important day too of course). In this case I'm referring to July 5, 1998. Twenty years ago. And what exactly happened on that date? Well, The Wife (not The Wife at the time of course) and I first met! I generally write about three things here at Monster Dad: stuff from my past when I was a Monster Kid, stuff from today about my own Little Monsters and stuff in general that interests me. But other than occasionally mentioning The Wife in passing I really haven't written about her or our relationship much in my 100+ posts.

Well, this anniversary seemed like a good time to do a little writing about that subject. The day we met wasn't the day we got married (our "real" anniversary), but indeed, if we hadn't MET on July 5, 1998 we wouldn't have ever gotten married! And, possibly more importantly for this blog's existence, we wouldn't have had our two Little Monsters who have been the subject of many posts here as well as the main inspiration for starting Monster Dad in the first place!

I will write more about this day later, but for now I just want to take this opportunity to say Happy 20th Anniversary to The Wife! Without you there wouldn't be an "us", there wouldn't be a Monster Dad and there certainly wouldn't be two very special Little Monsters making our lives so interesting!

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!

The Mahoning Drive-In Theater (Lehighton, PA)

The Mahoning Drive-In Theater in Lehighton, PA (visit their website and Facebook page for more information) is celebrating its 69th anniversary this year (2018). It was built 70 years ago in 1948 and began operating in 1949. That's a pretty amazing feat. And what's been going on at the Mahoning for the past few seasons has been an even more amazing story. Let's talk about both of those things...

The Mahoning certainly wasn't the first drive-in theater by any means. We just recently celebrated the 85th anniversary of opening of the first true drive-in back on June 6th. That one opened in 1933. But to be able to say that the Mahoning has been in operation since 1949 is indeed quite impressive. At 120 feet wide, it features the largest CinemaScope screen in Pennsylvania. For the first 65 or so years of its existence the Mahoning operated pretty much like most of the other drive-ins around the country. But then something happened that changed the course of the Mahoning and made it something even more special than "just another drive-in" (and I pretty much believe that EVERY drive-in that has managed to simply survive these days is something special).

The golden age of drive-ins in was in the 1950s and '60s. A their peak there were some 4,000 drive-ins across the country. Drive-ins started to decline in the 1970s and '80s (around the time that I first started attending local drive-ins during my youth in Massachusetts). The numbers eventually dwindled from around 4,000 to less than 400. Many factors went into this decline, but drive-ins really became an endangered species. As if things weren't bleak enough, the digital revolution of the past decade ended up putting many drive-ins that had somehow managed to survive out of business. Hollywood had decided to make a full switchover from film prints to digital projection. While a major change for the industry, and an expensive investment for theaters, this didn't really pose too much of a problem for the big multi-screen megaplexes that feature multiple blockbusters on a weekly basis. But single-screen and two-screen drive-ins were already finding it difficult to survive, and to suddenly have to invest about $70,000 per screen to convert their projection booth(s) for the new digital format was the final nail in the coffin for many drive-ins. That's why I believe that ALL the remaining drive-ins are pretty special and it also brings us to the Mahoning's own amazing story.

The Mahoning was one of many drive-ins that struggled with the digital conversion dilemma. They basically had two choices: somehow find a way to raise the money to go digital or shut down. So which choice did the Mahoning make? Neither! Instead they made the bold move of refusing the industry's digital demand and decided to make the switch to (or actually remain) an all-film based business model. This was previously the standard and now it would be the exception. Since the new films from Hollywood would only be available in a digital format the Mahoning went all-retro, showing 35MM prints of older films. Starting with the 2015 season the Mahoning began featuring great themed shows and weekends built around some great, fun and rare 35MM film prints. The idea was kind of slow to catch on at first, and pretty much all the money raised by those early weekends was put directly back into the theater to continue improving all aspects of the business. The dedication, commitment and hard work of the small Mahoning staff has paid off and it has now become a true destination for fans of movies, drive-ins and all sorts of different genres that the Mahoning has spotlighted over the past few seasons. The crowds have steadily grown over the years and it now has a great group of regulars, as well as new people who continue to find it based on an interest in drive-ins as well as all the varied shows they put on. There really is something for everyone!

They even have started a new tradition (2018 marks the fourth year) of starting the season off with a family-friendly double feature of "The Wizard of Oz" and "Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory". Those are two great films (and personal favorites), but not really what many of the new followers of the Mahoning might expect from the theater (they're both classics, but a little on the mainstream side). Still, it's a great way to celebrate the start of a new and hopefully successful season (and don't forget, they're not DVDs projected onto the huge screen, they're actual 35MM prints)! There are other family-friendly shows that allow parents to bring their kids to the drive-in and share some of the magic they remember from when they were kids themselves. And there are also shows that are decidedly NOT so family friendly. But there's always a lot of thought and preparation put into all the shows and there is a lot of variety as well. It's not like they only show old 1970s horror films that would have been seen at the drive-ins of those days. They're likely to have a weekend or two like that, but they will also have weekends dedicated to directors like Martin Scorsese and John Carpenter. And other weekends will be filled with films from franchises like "Raiders of the Lost Ark" or featuring the works of Bill Murray. In this 2018 season they have already had some of those shows and others like "Home Run Weekend" (with "A League of Their Own" and the original "Bad News Bears"), "Vampyrty 2018", "Zombiefest IV" (yes, the FOURTH edition!) and a weekend celebrating the works of Italian horror director Umberto Lenzi.

April-June 2018 schedule

A great example of how varied the shows are is this weekend's offering (July 6-7). It's the second installment of the "Drive-In VHS-Fest". Not only will they be featuring six rare horror movies over the two nights, but they will be movies that were mainly released on the defunct technology of VHS videotapes. Remember how I said that the Mahoning was dedicated to screening all kinds of great, fun, old and schlocky movies in 35MM? Well, for this weekend they'll let their classic 35MM projectors take a break and will fill that 120 foot screen with...projections of VHS tapes from an old VCR! In addition there will be an onsite VHS and cult cinema flea market with vendors set up on the drive-in's grounds!

I'm particularly excited about this show because it will be the first time this season I've been able to get to the Mahoning (I live in Massachusetts). In fact it will only be my third visit there and first since October of 2016. The two previous shows I attended were an Indiana Jones double feature in August of 2015 and an awesome six-film "Bigfoot Weekend" in October 2016 (see this post for more information about that show).

I have a friend who lives even further away from the Mahoning than I do (New Hampshire) who's so dedicated to it that he not only takes the drive down to Lehighton most weekends, but he also mans the ticket booth and snack bar while he's there! He has graciously offered to take me along once again for this weekend's show and I can't wait!

Finally, it's very much worth mentioning that the Mahoning's story is so amazing that it has actually been the subject of an award-winning documentary called "At the Drive-In"! I have not had the opportunity to see it yet, but I hope to soon!

SUPPORT YOUR LOCAL DRIVE-IN THEATER!

*Photos used in this post are borrowed from the Mahoning's website and Facebook page and the "At the Drive-In" Facebook page.

Sparklers on the Fourth of July: The Next Generation

This is actually the third time I've written a blog post about "Sparklers on the Fourth of July". The first two times were in 2011 in Sparklers on the Fourth of July! and Sparklers on the Fourth: Upon Further Review. The goal of the first one was to discuss...well...the topic of...sparklers on the Fourth of July. My intention was pretty simple--to talk about one of my favorite memories of Fourth of July celebrations when I was a kid, namely...running around with sparklers! However, the original blog ended up delving deeper than expected into my memories (or semi-false memories as it turned out) of the big Bicentennial celebration around the Fourth of July in 1976 and I didn't even really discuss the topic of sparklers until the end. And then in the second installment I don't think sparklers were even mentioned! That one was all about the detective work involved in unraveling the mysteries of the mind that were brought up in the first part. So here we are seven years later(!!!), and I think it's finally time to touch on this subject once again...

In July of 2011 The Little Monsters were indeed little. The elder (The Little Monster) was only five years old and the younger (The Beast) had just recently turned two. Seven years later finds them at twelve and nine, respectively. My how time flies. And what a reminder of just how long ago it was when I was a kid myself.

The Little Monster around Memorial Day 2011

The Beast at her first fireworks show July 2011

The Little Monsters celebrating Star Wars Day back in May

In the original Sparklers on the Fourth of July post I talked about how much fun it was as a kid to be given lighted sparklers to run around with. Sometimes we would go to large organized firework displays near our hometown. Other times we'd simply stay home for a barbeque. If we did the latter someone invariably would have a supply of fireworks that would be set off after the sun set and as the mosquitoes were coming out. These fireworks were obviously not of the same caliber as the "professional" displays, but you got to witness them MUCH closer--so they generally seemed every bit as impressive (and even MORE dangerous!). Those pyrotechnics were generally handled by adults (or at least teenaged relatives who SEEMED like adults to my seven-year-old self). But that's not to say there wasn't ANYTHING dangerous for the kids to handle! We had sparklers--little metal wands with a silver/grey coating that would let off a shower of relatively safe sparks when lit. Of course you DID need to handle matches or a lighter to ignite those sparks, but that's beside the point. It doesn't take much to entertain a little kid (or at least it didn't take much back in the '70s before we had all these handheld devices that put the world at your fingertips). I can still recall the feeling of magic and power I felt when those sparks started flying. The visual experience wasn't much different from what it looked like watching a welder at work--except that you wouldn't wear goggles to protect your eyes and thick leather gloves to protect your hands. Nope, there was apparently no need to protect anything. You'd run around shirtless and shoeless, wearing cut-off jean shorts while those sparks glittered all around you. You certainly didn't want to touch that hot metal stick during or after the show, but otherwise there were few concerns. Not only could a kid try to write his/her name in the dark or pretend to be some sort of magician or wizard, but you got to feel like you really were part of the celebration and participate in it.

Indicative of what I (in the middle) might have worn while playing with sparklers

But a funny thing happened not long after those great old days. The Fourth of July would still roll around every year of course, but for some strange reason I kept getting older as each one arrived. Before you knew it I was an adult I became one of the ones who would be responsible (or irresponsible) for setting off the family firework display; The one who would drive to the place where we'd watch the big-time firework displays; The one who would comfort a Little Monster who was afraid of the noise made by those firework displays... Eventually I noticed how that gradual change over time had completely altered how I experienced the Fourth of July. I began to miss the innocent magic and wonder I felt as a kid. I missed being the one who took it all in as a new experience. ...I missed the sparklers!

Fireworks have always been a bit of a fringe thing, legal-wise. They seem like a family-friendly, fun and exciting product geared toward enhancing a Fourth of July celebration and other occasions. But on the other hand...they also contain gunpowder! Fireworks are currently illegal in Massachusetts (where we live) as well as in many other states. You're not SUPPOSED to buy, own or set off fireworks in our state. But... They're legal in nearby New Hampshire and other places. There's really nothing stopping you from driving to one of those areas where they are legal, purchasing them and bringing them stealthily back to your home to set off in your back yard. The first few years that the Little Monster experienced the Fourth of July she was pretty frightened by big firework displays (mainly because of the noise). That's not uncommon of course. But I remember thinking about how much fun I had always had using sparklers and was lamenting the fact that kids didn't get to use them any more. Despite how minor a threat they posed they were still under the umbrella of "fireworks"--and thus illegal. I felt bad that the Little Monsters were growing up in a world where they couldn't experience the thrill of running around with a lit sparkler in their hands, with the constant knowledge that in addition to being fun and exciting they were also kinda-sorta dangerous!

The good news is that The Monsters WERE finally able to get the sparkler experience a number of years back when my sister and brother-in-law supplied them with some during one of their Fourth of July celebrations. My brother-in-law was a big fan of taking the trip to New Hampshire and loading up on tons of fun and dangerous fireworks to shoot off. Suddenly it was like the old days again--the adults throwing caution to the wind and setting off all sorts of loud and colorful pyrotechnics, while a new generation of kids started running around with lit sparklers in their hands. I suppose one could almost see sparklers as a sort of "gateway drug" to the world of fireworks.

And now we find ourselves in 2018. A couple months ago The Wife and I went on an overnight hiking adventure in the White Mountains of New Hampshire. New Hampshire? What did I say earlier about New Hampshire? Something about fireworks being legal there? Well, we didn't go to a firework store, but we DID stop at a highway rest stop/service area to relieve ourselves. And while perusing the souvenirs at a convenience store there I spotted this "All-American Fireworks Assortment"!

Now, calling these items "Fireworks" is going a bit far, but it DID have a number of old-school kid favorites that I remember loving back in my old Monster Kid days of yore. Not only are there a few boxes of the coveted sparklers, but it also includes some of those champagne bottle "party poppers" (better than being a "party pooper", eh?), a box of Bang Snaps that you throw on the ground and three boxes of those little black cylinders you place on the ground, ignite and watch smoky black "snakes" "grow" out of! I loved ALL of those things as a kid! And now I would be able to share them all with the Little Monsters!

Well, now it's the Fourth of July, and it's finally time to pull out that "All-American Fireworks Assortment". We're staying at The Wife's parents' house over the holiday (which just happens to be near the New Hampshire border by the way...). As tame as my "Firework Assortment" already seemed before, it's now even more of a lightweight. That's because The Wife's brother took the short trek up to New Hampshire a couple days ago and bought a few REAL fireworks--as well as LOTS of additional sparklers in different colors and styles. Looks like we're going to have a real, honest-to-goodness Fourth of July celebration like the ones I remember from my youth!

Here are The (not so) Little Monsters enjoying some pre-Fourth sparkler fun a couple days ago. I was a bit nervous about them running around the campfire with lit sparklers while wearing nothing but their bathing suits. But then I remembered what I mentioned earlier about how I'd do the exact same thing shirtless and shoeless in cut-off jean shorts. I guess it really IS time to pass this fun and slightly-dangerous tradition on to a new generation!

The remnants the next morning

HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY!