Dear Sunday Letter friends,
This is the Sunday Letter that almost wasn’t. Last night when I should have been writing, I got wrapped up watching Earth vs. the Flying Saucers on MeTV. How I waited my whole life so far to see this 1950s black-and-white cult classic, I have no earthly idea. It had everything a good ole’ piece of sci-fi should have, including mind control and impenetrable force fields.
When I was a kid, there were several worries that swirled around in my mind. These troublesome things threatened my existence as a farm girl, a student, a kid trying to make it from the Monday morning bus ride to Friday afternoon’s episode of Gilligan’s Island. Aliens were one of those concerns, along with quicksand and the Bermuda Triangle and Bigfoot and getting the breath knocked out of me in Dodgeball and The Rapture that would happen like a thief in the night leaving ME the only person left on the planet.
But now here we are, together on another Sunday morning (or whenever you read this). None of my fears came to fruition (so far), and I bet you’re jealous over my wild Saturday night.