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December 10, 2005
rest in peace
65. The older I get, numbers like that seem smaller and smaller. (The above still is from the Wattstax website.)
Stir Crazy was the first movie my mother and I could agree upon. She took me twice without acting like I had dragged her there. It was almost like we were two friends out for the night. (Did it have an R-rating? I was 10 and I remember my mother being vaguely ratings conscious. Could it have gotten that strong an endorsement?)
My father, who always fell pointedly asleep in his recliner on any movie I imposed on the communal televison, once stayed up late to watch the entirety of Live on the Sunset Strip with me. He didn't exactly bust a gut laughing but he didn't turn away either. Besides his fascination with cars and lawns, it's the most American thing I can remember him doing in his entire life.
I've got ambivalence about heroes and such, but Richard Pryor goes on the short list, easy.
Posted by ebogjonson in memory, screened, on December 10, 2005 3:41 PM
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