and surely one of the most effective evenings of my youth was watching "The Monsters Are Due on Maple Street."  Twists within twists here -- as the bland, sweet, dopey neighbors build themselves into a mob and then a riot and then mass defeat.  It first aired March 4, 1960, a Friday night, and I would have watched it with my second brother, Kevin, in the back TV room on our B&W Magnavox.  I do not recall understanding the drama, except that I do recall feeling satisfaction with the close to learn that alien monsters do exist -- and that they are very superior and clever monsters.  I must have seen this episode three more times in the 1960s, as I changed my opinion of the monsters with my shifting political awareness -- and then not again until I watched it last year while reviewing all of the Twilight Zone corpus.  My politics today, nearly fifty years later, are back to where I started.  There are monsters, and they are very superior and clever.  I do know enough now to understand that if the cable TV hosts are discussing monsters you can see, then those are not the truly dangerous variety.  You do not ever see the dangerous variety.  The other insight from over the decades is that the child I was, he actually lived on a real Maple Street -- we called it Anthwyn Road, intersecting with Oak Street.   The child I was, he had no comprehension of how rare, odd, special, magical a place it was.  It is still there.  No monsters except the faux kind on the TVs turned to cable every night.