The cats and I watched the Royal Geographic Society 1953 production, the Conquest of Mount Everest. Not too bad, though it was all stuff from the actual expedition instead of some story and acters to pretend they were Bill and Hillary.
Fact is I never realized before that Bill and Hillary were the first conquerers of Mount Everest. Never knew the Royal Geographic Society sponsored them to hire about a hundred Mexicans fromn Nepal to tote all their equipment into those mountains, along with various white men to take care of matters inevitable involving intellect the Mexicans from Nepal weren’t equipped to deal with.
Anyway, it was informative, educational and interesting, partly because one of the Mexicans reached within 500 feet of the summit.
Afterward the cats and I watched Lassie. The only thing I remember about the last time I saw Lassie was my sister, Frances, sitting beside me in the Kiva, or Yam Theater in Portales, yowling, “Poor Lassie. Poooooor Lassie!”
Turned out it isn’t as bad a movie as you’re probably figuring it was. Edifying, educational and satisfying.
Then the cats and I watched Captain Scarface, a movie about a bunch of Rooskie spies trying to set off an atomic bomb in the hold of a ship to destroy the Panama Canal.
But that’s another story.