Boston Common, September 11. The woman striding along the path in the sun has just a little bit of a hitch in her gittyup. Or maybe it’s hip, city-girl attitude; there’s plenty of that on display this brilliant fall day on Boston’s historic greensward. Her purse swings insouciantly. She’s saucing her walk in a tight black skirt and heels, and a blousy t-shirt. But wait. (more…)
Somewhere, somehow the home movies got lost.
We think they were with my dad, but since our parents’ divorce decades ago, the locations of some things have never been entirely clear. At any rate, the reels of 8mm film that he shot and carefully spliced together from the 1950s and 60s are nowhere to be found. Dad is sick about it, but he doesn’t know where else to look.
These were movies of our wonder years. (more…)