I mentioned yesterday the five old guys getting together at our cabin. Eat, sleep, read, argue, discuss. Gradually we've built up quite a reference library to help settle arguments or answer questions. And every evening we watch movies. Everyone brings a selection of something he likes or something he thinks would be of interest to the others. Of course, not all of it gets viewed. This summer the movies were interesting. We only saw three: They Might Be Giants, Without a Clue, and Pirates of the Caribbean. The first two are alternate looks at Sherlock Holmes. They Might Be Giants has a successful lawyer thinking he is Sherlock Holmes after his wife dies. George C. Scott is Sherlock and Joanne Woodward is Dr. Watson, who is supposed to be treating him but soon falls in with his scheme. Together they go searching for Moriarity. Without a Clue has Ben Kingley as Dr. Watson, the real brains and Michael Caine is the actor Watson hires to play the part of Holmes. Of course, you've all seen Pirates of the Caribbean. You haven't? Well, one of the guys had not, either.

But stranger yet was what we viewed along with these movies. One person had found a number of episodes from very early television series. Black and white. We watched two episodes of Tales of Tomorrow, which I had never heard of. We also saw three episodes of Mr. and Mrs. North. Another fellow had brought Shotgun Slade, an early western series and we saw two episodes of that. I had run across a DVD of The Return of Chandu, a Saturday matinee serial and we sat still for four episodes, though not all at once. Finally yet another guy had a tape which contained Black and Tan, a 1933 short subject shown in movie theaters and featuring a young Duke Ellington and his band.

All in all, it was quite a varied program. I would rather it had been all movies, preferably some I had not seen. But I enjoyed seeing the old stuff. A little goes a long ways.