I miss the days of the late night horror hosts. The bad actors in the even worse costumes on even worse sets ushering us through weekly offerings of some of the best-worst B-movies and Universal horror movies to ever come down the pike. Hosts like Dr. Madblood, Count Gore De Vol, Elvira, The Ghoul, and even Joe Bob Briggs are things of the past. Sure, Richie Koz is still tearing it up on the weekends in Chicago as the most recent reincarnation of Svengoolie, but what happened to the rest of them? For those of us who don't live in the greater Berwyn area, the options are pretty non-existent. I find it almost impossible to sit through a showing of "Forbidden Planet" , "Motel Hell", or "I was a Teenage Vampire" without the assistance of our newly dead hosts and hostesses to guide us through the movie between commercial breaks. Some weekend nights I yearn for the old days in front of a grainy 13 inch color tv with rabbit ears on top watching as the hosts of our local television affiliates and UHF stations delighted us with terrible jokes, awful skits, and generally a pretty great time . Things just seemed simpler back then.
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