Spent a little bit of the weekend watching old films, and reflecting on the holidays with my extended family. It's different now, than when I was a kid. As a child, you would gather with your parents in a small nuclear family of your aunts and uncles, brothers and sisters, grandmothers and grandfathers.
As an adult, that family widens, and your brothers and sisters have kids, fathers and mothers, like aunts and uncles have passed. The kids have kids and they are no longer all ethnically or geographically the same. Your family has moved from a little corner of Brooklyn to South Florida and Seattle, from the Catskills to the coasts of California. This past week, we celebrated Mom's birthday of 88 years, but lost our cousin, Nancy, at only 60, in Massachusetts. Cancer.
And just thought I would put something on the blog that spanned generations also. Movies capture Americana, our imagination, and link our past with our present. Take ten minutes and see how many of these films you can not only remember, but where you were and who you were with when you saw them; what stage of your life it connects to. Memories? Could this be the end of Rico? I am making you an offer you can't refuse. Win one for the Gipper.
You can't handle the truth. Beauty killed the Beast. Phone Home. Failure to Commoonicate. Play it Again, Sam. No Crying in Baseball. I coulda' been a contender. All great lines, but on this Thanksgiving, I hope you too, like Lou Gehrig, feel as if you were 'the luckiest person on Earth.' May the Force Be With You.