Had a Facebook memory post pop up for me earlier from 12 years ago today and it was a picture of THIS hanging from under a light on the back porch of the old homestead I shared with Maria and her son, Jagger.
Now I haven’t received any phone calls or read any wild news stories since the house was sold back in ’15 or ’16 but I still feel kinda bad that we were weren’t totally forthcoming with the realtor about the house possibly being built right on a rift in time that opened directly to prehistoric days.
Right after this picture was taken this inspiration for many a Japanese monster flick tried to fly off with Brady (who was still only a puppy back then) and head back through the time rift. Luckily, I was armed at the time with a broom. Still have yet to see any of those monster flicks end with a simple broom, one of the reasons I always view the usual overly dramatic end to those movies with a bit of skepticism … “seriously, was a fully deployed military and destroying an entire city really all that necessary?”
All you needed, instead, was one of the stock nerdy scientists from those movies to just explain (in awfully matched English voice dubs) the numbers/equations detailed confusingly on a chalkboard, his design for a supersized broom. I could even go with a bit of suspension of disbelief if that broom were nuclear powered.
(no prehistoric dragonfly looking monsters were harmed in the making memory of this memory – it actually buzzed it’s wings at my broom and hovered with what was almost a mocking wink right after dropping the dog and before flying back off to the land before time).
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