In thinking about tonight's movie at Tropics, Psycho by Alfred Hitchcock I remember back when I first saw the film and, for years, couldn't take a shower without making sure to lock the door to the bathroom.
I also thought the house where "Mom" lived was so completely creepy. I'm surprised that I found the passion to live in "old houses" rather than buy a new townhouse or condo.
Thankfully and still to this day I cannot stomach staying in a roadside motel.
And for that, Alfred, I owe my undying gratitude to you!
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