In 1936, Doug and his Aunt Neva are driving through the country. An old man in a dirty white suit runs into the road and flags them down. He climbs into the car without an invitation and tells Neva to drive off because the sun is after them.
He tells her that on days like today, it feels like the sun is going to split you wide open. He says Lucifer was born on a day like this.
“Ain’t this the year when the 17 year locusts are supposed to come back?” he asks. “If there can be 17 year locusts then why not 17 year people?” This piques Doug’s interest for some reason. The old man continues, “Sure, why not 24 year people or 57 year old people?”
Somehow this leads him to ask, “Who’s to say there ain’t genetic evil in the world?” The car blows a tire and the man allows the old woman to change the tire herself, answering his own question. He tells Doug to imagine that on a hot day like this, an ornery 57  year man could be baked right out of the dried mud and arise. That evening he would crack open like a snap bean and a new young human would emerge.
“I think I’ll eat me some Summer, boy. Look at them trees, ain’t they a whole dinner? And that grass down there, by golly there’s a feast. Them sunflowers, there’s breakfast. Tar-paper on top of that house, there’s lunch. And Jehoshaphat, that lake down the road, that’s dinner wine. Drink it all up til the bottom dries up and splits wide open.”
At this point, I think they need AA more than AAA. Neva finishes changing the tire and inexplicably doesn’t leave the crazy bastard behind.
Doug says he is thirsty and the old man says, “Thirst don’t describe the state of a man who’s been waiting in the hot mud 50 years  and is born but to die in one day. Not only thirst, but hunger!” C’mon, you just had some tar-paper!
He yammers on — and by he I mean Bradbury — about eating all the cats in the county.  When he finally, inevitably gets around to talking about eating people, Neva slams on the brakes and orders him out of the car.
Proving that he is not the only long-winded son-of-a-bitch in the car, she rants, “I got a load of bibles in the back, a pistol with silver bullets here under the steering wheel, I got a box of crucifixes under the seat, a wooden stake taped to the axle, and a hammer in the glove-box. I got holy water in the radiator filled early this morning from three churches on the way. Now out!” And by she, I mean Bradbury.
They leave the old man literally in their dust. Soon they arrive at a lake. Whether this is their destination or just a chance to cool off, I don’t know. God forbid we get 5 seconds of exposition between the monologues. I guess a refreshing minute at the lake was the point of their drive. Hearing some locusts, Doug gets the willies and asks if there is another road back to town.
They see a little boy in a clean white suit in the road. Neva offers to drive him home. After it gets dark, he leans in from the back seat and whispers to Neva, “Have you ever wondered if there is such a thing as genetic evil in the world?” The car stalls, the lights dim, then nothing. We couldn’t at least get a scream? I think we deserve that.
This was like a flashback to Ray Bradbury Theater — not much of a story, monologues better-suited to the printed page, set when times were simple and presidential candidates weren’t, and an unsatisfying ending. Unfortunately an average episode of Ray Bradbury Theater equals a disappointment from TZ.
To be fair, Roberts Blossom as the old man delivers Bradbury’s poetic words as well as anyone on RBT. And Danny Cooksey’s smile at the end is worth the price of admission. As I seem to say for every segment — it’s OK, just not what I’m looking for from a Twilight Zone reboot.
-  47 year man in the short story.
-  30 years in the short story.
-  Country in the short story.
- The episode closely tracks with the short story, except for the flat tire. Much of the dialogue is verbatim from the story.
- TZ Legacy: Sadly, none.
- Roberts Blossom will show up in Amazing Stories if I last that long.