Gosh all fishhooks…I hate to be the bearer of bad news—but as you may have already suspected, I wasn’t able to get an edition of Doris Day(s) ready for the blog today.
I’ve got a number of outside projects and concerns competing for my attentions at the present time—plus I had made a commitment to Jill and Michael’s Summer Under the Stars blogathon that I didn’t want to flake out on (I always dread having to do that). For those of you wondering why I was able to get the latest chapter of Riders of Death Valley finished and not Dodo, it’s like this—the Riders chapters average around twenty minutes, and two-thirds of those involve ridin’ and a-shootin’. If Doris had done that more often on her sitcom, they’d be a lot easier to write up. (And there’s always the chance that Leroy B.
So dry those tears, cartooners, and take heart in the news that I’m pretty sure Doris will be back with us next week. Don’t forget to check out the content at the new ClassicFlix; I’ve got a pair of reviews up—Criminal Lawyer (1950) and Escape from San Quentin (1957)—and there’s first-rate material from TDOY friends like my BBFF Stacia, Laura, Brandie and many, many others.