The Twilight Zone

On a weekend excursion into upstate New York, we stopped for lunch at a small town called Binghamton. It was an unremarkable town, in which we ate a reasonable but unremarkable lunch. But all that changed as we walked back to the car. Outside the high school, we stumbled across a sign erected in honour of one of the town’s sons – Rod Serling.

I was immediately transported back to my youth – glued to our black and white TV set as Serling invited me to travel  to “… another dimension, a dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind; a journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of imagination — Next stop, the Twilight Zone.” ….. cue creepy music. Read the rest of this entry »