I've loved The Twilight Zone since I was a little boy, watching the repeats on syndicated television. For the uninitiated, The Twilight Zone was created by host/head writer Rod Serling in 1959 and presented bite-sized human dramas in which justice was often served up in surprise endings. Supernatural forces would set things right and/or occasionally just mess with people. Murderous three-armed aliens learned of defeat at the hands of three-eyed Venusian soda jerks, hungover married couples woke up in giant alien dollhouses and evil ventriloquist dummies switched places with their masters.



And sometimes, this happened.

Recently, I started watching all the episodes again on Netflix, where all but 18 episodes of the 156-episode series are available for streaming. (Season 4 was a half season where the episodes were stretched to an hour.) I'd never had them laid out before me like that before, and I'd never watched them as an adult, but viewing them in quick succession taught me some things I'd missed as a child.