American Graffiti
I was just walking around the townhouse this morning, attending to long-lost domestic duties, and had "American Graffiti" on TV.
What an amazing movie: a snapshot, one night of time, kids frozen in that last moment before going separate ways. Seventeen.
It was a time of innocence, for certain. Made in 1973. Reflecting, I don't know, fifteen years earlier? The precursor to "Happy Days," and I remember when that was on.
At dinner, we'd watch it and mom would say, "That's exactly how it was!"
I'm 46. I vaguely remember Wolf-man Jack on the radio in California.
A good first work by some guy named George Lucas. All those lives, intersecting for one last evening, then poof. Reality hits and never the same again.
All this talk ain't helping me clean out my vacuum filter. But it is keeping me away from
And yes, most rocket scientists got to be where they are by pursuing the very endeavors manifestly made forth in this blog. ;)