This & That One Cold Summer & The Edge of Night

It It is wickedly cold tonight in SF. Fog everywhere...

​In ice cold air, I will never understand my white roommates sudden lust for cold ice cream.

I re-rented "Basic Instinct" set in San Francisco to re-study the Sharon Stone interrogation scene ... 😈  One person asked why and wondered did I plan to use the scene on someone?  I had never thought of that... but yeah, there is someone I would like to do that too...over and over and over again.  He knows who He is... Daily, I need him. Every 15 minutes I think of him...

San Francisco is so love-able because it really is a large insane asylum.  I am part of it.  I, too, must be among the insane who believes he is sane when really he lives in an asylum with 864,000 others...

A YouTube poster submitted a splendid little snippet (audio only) of The Edge of Night when insane Keith Whitney as Jonah Lockwood put "knock out drugs" in Nancy Karr's Scotch after he suspected nosy Nancy had gone to the police and told them she suspected he had something to do with Tango's fatal drug overdose fall out of the window (and Yes! Jonah did throw Tango out of the Window to her death with her head high on LSD) of Tango and daughter Laurie Ann's apartment. As an unconscious Nancy lay on the floor, Jonah was about to kill Nancy with a fireplace poker...only to realize he couldn't kill Laurie Ann's mother that way...so he decides to take her to the garage instead and ties her hands to the steering wheel of her car; then turns on the motor for Nancy Karr's permanent sleep.

What's funny is that as a kid when I first saw this episode on WBTW CHANNEL 13 at 3:30 PM after school, I always thought Nancy was sipping a Sherry and not Scotch...Otherwise, I vividly remember everything else and can visualize every wonderful moment that I saw then of Jonah (Bruce Martin) and Nancy (Ann Flood)... I am pretty sure hippie Jonah was wearing a turtle neck that day before he shaved off his beard to become Keith Whitney as Nancy Karr was dying in the garage.  Then again, my memory from that age could be wrong ... 

Charles Pearson's JONAH LOCKWOOD