Movie night is a Friday night extravaganza.
Charlie and Sharon host.
We watch what Hollywood has cooked up to modify our behavior, influence our thinking process, stir up emotions, entertain, inflame, or put us to sleep.
This evening we watch Spenser Tracy in ” Bad Day at Black Rock. ” The first movie we put on tonight just wasn’t as good as Charlie remembered it to be.
It is an eerie feeling watching movies where everyone in it, and everyone who made it, are now ghosts.
Seeing things that happened, but are no longer here, is almost the same as me reading Scotttreks moments.
Is a remembered and re-remembered moment better than the real thing?
Do postcards accurately report what I have seen or done, or just reflect how I want to remember it?
Strawberry Shortcake, as I remember it, or like to remember it, was spectacular.