In the summer of 1982, Ms. L. took me and a bunch of the children on my block to the movies. Ms. L. was the mother of one of my best friends, David.
We sat in a packed theater in the middle of the day in our section of Northeast Philadelphia.
At one point during the movie, I noticed many people crying including Ms. L. “Are you kidding me?” I thought to myself.
While I was not moved as much as my friend’s mother, I also loved the movie. I knew when I walked out of the theatre that I had seen a movie that was special.
Tonight, I showed that movie to my children. Guess the movie. Continue reading