in memory of my father, a funny and gentle man
who was about as far as you could get from a bad ass.
he was just my dad
who was a busy madman in the ad world during the week.
who i watched this movie with,
along with every other
wwll, madcap comedy, western, and crime caper,
on saturday afternoons.
in our family room,
with sandwiches, and burnt popcorn and lemonade.
thanks for the gifts
of shared time,
a boundless imagination,
and a love of the magic of the movies.
For me, the cinema is not a slice of life, but a piece of cake.