Midnight Movies

Midnight Movies

Here I am again, wide awake in the middle of the night. I read the clock wrong. Through groggy, half-opened eyes I read 3AM. I decided I wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep anyhow, so I might as well get up. Then I took a better look at the clock and saw it was 12:15. Oh well, I might as well check in with Gather to see how those re-postings of some of my old deleted articles are being received.

But first, I might as well just check what is on the movie channels. Some pretty good old movies show up in the middle of the night. I wonder who writes those brief summaries that are supposed to lure viewers. In a about dozen words they give you the plot. Here’s one, “A ditsy hairdresser seeking happiness meets a homicidal writer.” I pass. Here is another, “ Undercover policeman falls in love with the bank robber he is trailing.” Hmmm, tempting. But, here is one I can’t resist, War of the Wildcats and the blurb says, “An oilman and a cowboy become boomtown rivals for a schoolmarm and Oklahoma oil.”  It was made in 1943 and it stars JOHN WAYNE. See you later. I’ve got to see this.

Later at 6AM

That was a pretty good movie that I didn't remember very well. It was a western with some comedy from John Wayne who did a little singing to his horse. Albert Decker was the squint-eyed bad-man competing for the affections of the schoolmarm’. She was poured into fancy dresses with cleavage down to there, wore even fancier hats all the time, and never went near a schoolhouse.

I’m awake now because we just had a high-desert serenade. A pack of coyotes greeted the dawn, and all of the dogs joined in. Smoky and Rocky are usually careful not to wake me up, but this morning I got the wet-nose-in-the-ear treatment. They were eager to chase the coyotes. I let them out, and they raced away. I got up, much to the annoyance of the cats cuddled around me, and I gravitated to the computer/TV complex I have arranged side by side where the couch used to be in this trailer. Checking the the I I found that there is a story on the western channel I watched last night about Kit Carson leading John Fremont through a perilous pass. Kit is played by Jon Hall, a tall good-looking chap in a nice clean deerskin suit. He is telling an equally dashing fellow, who is supposed to be ‘Pathfinder’  John Freemont, that it is too dangerous to proceed through that perilous pass. There are two fancy-dressed ladies standing by listening with worried expressions. Too far-fetched for me! I read history and I know that Kit Carson was the youngest brother of a large family of boys, and he was the runt of the litter. His pictures look a lot like the old pictures of Billy the Kid, pretty homely. He had to be better at everything than his brothers to survive. He turned out to be a great mountain man who found those paths for Fremont. But I doubt anybody could stay so clean wandering the western mountains.

So forget any morning movies. Gather wins, and I will post this nonsense and check on the progress of the reposted articles born of past inspiration.

Oh! By the way, “Good morning to everybody!” And my twice-posted articles are doing OK, so there will be more.