John and I have a list in progress of things that thrilled and intrigued us when we were kids. We saw them in movies and comics. Every Saturday afternoon I went to the movies in Passaic, either the Capital, the Central or the Montauk, and would come out shocked and disoriented because I passed from cool darkness into hot, bright, dazzling light.None of these things did we ever see in real life: avalanches, boa constrictors, leg irons, galley slaves, flogging--galley slaves were always flogged--flaming arrows, trap doors, moats, periscopes, shrunken heads, railway handcars, etc. You must have had movie-produced perils of your own. I'd like to see your list.
"Sweat boxes" are on ours. The Little King, in the comic of his name, would sit inside a metal box to sweat in order to lose weight. He was chubby.
We're going on with our list, laughing as we add another peril, for a while not thinking of more possible dangers close at hand.
