I cannot fathom it being 14 years already since 9/11.. I have my personal memories, some I have shared in public settings, others I have kept very secret.. I have those images forever in my mind.. This morning while hearing news accounts of today’s ceremonies planned in the locations hit by terrorism on September 11, 2001, I realized this: The kids born that year, those who first were welcomed…
While I had no original plans to write anything about this very personal issue, a few events took place that changed my mind. I went to a little high school in the coal region of Pennsylvania named Cardinal Brennan Jr/Sr High School. It was a strange place. Catholic education echoed through the hallways, along with the shenanigans and teenage laughter of generations forced to wear school…
When I was a young pre-teen in the 1980s, NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET part 3, the DREAM WARRIORS, sort of changed my conception of horror.. it became campy, silly and fun.. Yes, Freddy was a menacing creature, whose background was that of a child molester and killer, but somehow Robert Englund turned Wes Craven’s character into a charming and almost likeable trickster in the in the third NIGHTMARE…
