EdNote_Aug06

I remember when I was 9 or 10, trying to stay awake well past the hour when the lights were turned out so I could switch on (without getting caught) one of those late-night ghoul-type TV programs that aired in probably every city on Saturday nights. It was great–sitting in my PJs in total darkness with the blanket pulled up to my nose and my eyes wide watching whatever spooky stuff was in store. Each show ended with the host wishing viewers “pleasant dreams” in an eerie tone that sounded almost like a question, followed by an evil laugh.

I haven’t thought of those programs in some time, but lately, with a seemingly spiraling number of headlines pounding home the potential for disasters–hurricanes, wind, flood, terrorism, the dangers of global warming–I think my eyes have started bugging out again, only now I can’t turn off the TV to make it all go away.