Nostalgia literally means the pain from an old wound. It’s a twinge in your heart far more powerful than memory alone. – Don Draper, Mad Men
I was 4 years old, going on 5. Life in the town of Forman, ND was big to a young kid but small to the rest of the world. On this very afternoon, my world was going to get much bigger. I was going to the movies for the first time.
Forman’s movie theatre only showed movies on Friday and Saturday. New movies didn’t swing around until months after the release. Except for this one – the biggest, baddest, rockin flick this side of the Mississippi!
And mom found it in her heart to let me go with some neighborhood kids and their babysitter.
We walked into a dingy but familiar array of cushioned seats. Teenagers were flirting and throwing popcorn at each other. Just when we thought it was safe, the lights went down. The subsequent trailers were getting in the way. My excitement rose to a fever pitch. And then the screen went black…then the heartbeat thumps of a baseline……….and the blackness turned to this:
The wound still pains me but I ache to return to it. Life is strange my friends. So is Flash Gordon.
Well, who wants to live forever?
DIIIIIVE!!!!!!!
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