Killer Party in Corydon!
Not a Derby party where we had mint juleps until we were dead drunk. No, our 10-year-old nephew came up with "an old-fashioned front porch party". We gathered on his front porch, four generations of us, and had snacks and listened to shows from the golden days of radio.
Times have changed, and we listened to the shows on CDs, not on an old Philco with vacuum tubes inside, but the happiness of being together and sharing an experience was the same.
Here is the program he gave out:
The Inner Sanctum show kept us guessing and left us puzzled because the twist ending totally didn't make sense--which was fun, in its own way. The Tales of Fatima turned out to be a mystery with Basil Rathbone as the detective. Not Basil Rathbone playing the detective, but Basil Rathbone playing himself as a crime-solver, along with his sidekick, the feisty wardrobe mistress. The "Fatima" in the title was the brand of cigarettes that sponsored the show.
A good time was had by all. I recommend the idea to you.
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