When I was a teenager, we had a neighbor next door who lived in the same house since the mid-1930s. She had a sister who was a pack rat, and subscribed to magazines and news papers, and never threw them away. Rather, she put them in the garage. After fifty years of this, the garage was full. Since… Continue reading We See Dead People
My son wanted to watch a movie with lots of guns. Oh, where to start? A friend of mine suggested "Saving Private Ryan," especially the beginning, which to my mind is one of the best battle scenes ever made. But I couldn't find the DVD. I did, however, find "The Matrix," with the wonderful line: "Guns.… Continue reading There is no Spoon
Indelible Mark 