My friend and colleague, Chad McKenzie, has told you that a 40th anniversary edition of "Blazing Saddles" is coming out on Blu-ray.

Imagine--40 years since one of the funniest--and crudest--movies of all-time came out.

That means it has been 40 years since I took a date to see a movie she didn't enjoy at all.

I was living in Huron and working in radio, and I took a female co-worker to see this new Mel Brooks movie. I won't tell you her name, since she might still be around, but I didn't realize until that night she was easily offended by crude humor.

When the movie began I laughed and laughed at every turn, but she didn't. As the movie went on I kept laughing, to the point of almost falling out of my chair. But my date was not amused.

When they came to the signature scene--you know the one I'm talking about, the campfire scene after all those beans and all that coffee.

You know what happens, and you can guess what happened for me. I'm just howling and my date is sitting there with her arms folded and saying "Oh, this isn't funny at all."

She didn't walk out, but I will admit I didn't dare enjoy the movie much after that. At least not out loud.

Oh, we went out a few more times after that, but our relationship, if you can call it that, didn't go anywhere and it wasn't going to. "Blazing Saddles" is, after all, a guy's movie and she most certainly was not a guy.

These days Gene Wilder is 80 years old, Mel Brooks is even older, Cleavon Little, Alex Karras Madeline Kahn and Richard Pryor (who co-wrote it) are gone, as are so many others.

Even now, the movie makes me laugh, but every time I see it I think of the young and lovely woman who was not amused.