Life can be a day at the beach as Tom and Scott recall their ocean games of wave withstanding and wave taunting. And they pitch a film that will boost those activities the way Gidget did for surfing.

Is air conditioned clothing in our future? Plus, we pitch a 1950’’s film, My Son is a Communist, where a young boy has a dream about moisture wicking underwear, that alarms his parents. All this and more, on the podcast with the most vim, vigor and pep.

Scott considers spending $15 to see the Oscar nominated film Mank at the Paris Theater instead of watching it on Netflix. Tom thinks Scott deserves an honorary Oscar for representing The Moviegoer.

You won’t need coffee to stay awake for this groundbreaking discussion about how Tom drinks coffee throughout the day, and Scott just has a morning mug.

Will the proposed “Pali Microgrid” pit Palisadians against Malibuvians, Santa Monicans and especially Brentwoodians? Could a war among upscale street gangs ensue?

Three Museums in Three Days could be a 1950’s musical flop whose poster is on the wall at Joe Allen. But it definitely describes Scott’s first foray to museums in 13 months. Tom ponders which kind of cat burglar he’d prefer to stealthily enter his house in search of his 1940’s Life Magazines.

Tom and Scott imagine a world where the only writing implements are chalk and blackboards, and the only way to read a book is to visit museums where the 300 or more slabs per book are displayed, under the watchful eye of armed guards to prevent someone from erasing them.

Scott encounters a film set on his daily walk, and when the PA asks if he can cross the street, Scott politely accepts, and bonds with the PA by mocking those who ignore her. Tom suggests Scott’s positive attitude should lead to a recurring role on Succession.

Scott watches two consecutive Mets games in their entirety on television. Tom proposes a statue be built to honor Scott’s achievement, which went unrecognized by anyone except on this podcast.

Channeling his inner Charles Kuralt, Tom prepares for that quintessential American journey- the road trip, from LA to NY. And Scott recalls a time in Minneapolis, when he may have inspired his waitress to become a detective.