



Even though I've never seen one in real life, the Loggerhead Shrike has always been my favorite birdie. Shrikes feed on insects, rodents, and even small birds. They often impale their prey on thorns or barb-wire fences. In some of the older bird books, the authors scorn the Shrike and find their impaling skills appalling. I've always applauded their impaling skills. I've spent many school room hours day dreaming about car-sized Shrikes that impale nuns to flag poles, tree branches, playground equipment, crosses and TV antennas. God save the Shrike! We mean it man!

They handed these match books out at the Yorktown Cinema when Alien debuted. Theaters used to give you great stuff: see my vomit bag for Mark of the Devil in January postings. If I remember correctly they handed out joints when we saw Refer Madness, little bottles of liquor when we saw The Lost Weekend and when we saw Behind the Green Door they gave out rain bonnets. They should've handed out sympathy cards for the last few movies we went to see.