One thing that occurred to me recently is that most of my opinions about each Twilight Zone were formed as a response to those taken by Zicree in his book. It’s been twenty years, give or take a couple of months, since I discovered The Twilight Zone. He drags his dad to the local Waldenbooks to buy him the only literature he can find about the show, Marc Scott Zicree’s The Twilight Zone Companion, which he all but memorizes as he follows the show in syndication, twice a night, once on WGN and then a different episode on the Fox affiliate. But now he’s just the right age to groove to Rod Serling’s dark imagination. Episodes like “The Dummy” and “Little Girl Lost,” caught in passing on the way to The Flintstones or The Facts of Life, scared the heck out of him when he was a little kid. Picture, if you will, a precocious pre-teen with a morbid turn of mind and not enough pop culture fantasies to nourish it. I wasn’t around in 1959, but I can join in by celebrating a less precise anniversary. Today is the fiftieth anniversary of the broadcast debut of The Twilight Zone.
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