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Re: In the summer of 1960, “Psycho” came to the Cherry Bowl drive-in, and my parents took us all to the late show

When I was in the seventh grade, Psycho was showing at the Loew's Sharpstown Drive-In just down the road from where we lived on Bellaire Boulevard in Houston in 1960, my Father had to fly to El Paso on business one day. So, that afternoon my Mother, Grandmother and I went in the car to Hobby Airport, put Dad on an American Airlines 707 and watched it take off. It took about an hour for us to drove back across Houston to our house and the phone was ringing when we walked in the door. It was Dad and he was safe and sound at the El Paso airport.

My Mom decided we'd go out to eat and then got to see Psycho. I have to say that film scared the crap out of me, Mom and Grannie! When we got home, Mom had me get my shotgun and check under all the beds. Silly, but that is what happened and I don't think my Mom or Grandmother opted for a shower over a bath for a long, long time.

Funny thing, even today when I run across Psycho on the tube, the hairs on the back of my neck gets jiggity when Martin Balsam starts up those stairs--

There were these kinds of magazines in the '60s, more hard core from appearances but a bit like Argosy which is missed and maybe True magazine. Maybe one would just call them adventure magazines, you can tell the cold war was on full force here. Maybe too, regulations as hit the comic books came about.