I'm not as active here as I am over at Clarence's➚ though I am active daily in OTR listening and noodling. As you probably know, I'm trying to treat myself to a new CBS Radio Mystery Theater (CBSRMT) episode each day, and relishing every moment.
I am delighted by two things:

Click here to Listen to Kim Hunter in "Lost Dog," from CBS Radio Mystery Theater➚
2) The production values are magnificent; I'd forgotten just how carefully crafted these where. Footsteps recede or approach, doors creak in just the right ways, and outside sounds are left outside when the door closes. It's a far cry from the organ-festooned episodes of radio's hay-day in which there was so much to choose from that it wasn't hard to find bad writing and worse sound effects, compensated by organ music that took the place of real drama (similar the place occupied by special effects in some movies today).

I often fall asleep to my OTR mp3's, as it's the last thing I do at night, but an advantage to that is I just as often must restart the OTR episode about where I fell asleep, so I listen to some parts more than once.

I can still remember me, my brother Tom, and our friends, Rich Nickel (my age) and Dave Nickel (Tom's age and Rich's brother) lying upstairs in that same dark bedroom where I listened to CBSRMT, dissecting the end of Planet of the Apes. We couldn't figure out what it meant; why was there a Statue of Liberty on this planet, was it a duplicate of Earth? Rich figured it out and explained it to us. Rich was very bright and smarter than most kids I ever met, if not the smartest.
What I still don't get (and you are welcome to enlighten me, Rich or anyone else) is why the female astronaut dies in the beginning. Her glass-encased sleep chamber is cracked, I get that, so something inside got out, or something outside got in. I can only guess that life support outside the chambers was turned off to conserve energy and only the chambers retained air and nutrients, so when hers cracked, she suffocated. Do I have that right?
Oh, and Nova was a babe. Any prepubescent boy that didn't yearn for pubescence upon seeing this beautiful creature wasn't breathing.
[1] The pastor of my church at that time - Pastor Kenneth Andrus - bless his heart, he was a very nice and spiritual man (presumably still though very old) - preached against popular media portrayals of witches and other Satantic images. He called out Endora specifically, whose name was of course drawn from the biblical Witch of Endor. That was when Pastor Andrus was preaching at Bethel Baptist Church at 737 East 26th Street, in Erie, PA, before Bethel West was set up across town and he was preaching at both locations.
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