This Article was originally published at www.thebeardedtrio.com
All of us who find or search for this page have something in common: a love of great movies, the joy they bring us and an admiration for the people who have brought amazing ideas to life. I am a Star Wars enthusiast, and will watch anything by Spielberg when it is available. Goonies, ET, everything Indy, everything Marty. All of these fantasies fueled the emerging hopes of my childhood.
The fanciful and wonderful movies of my youth that led me to look for the great mysteries of this world. And then I found a great mystery confronting my sensibilities, my stomach and my own relationship to the world around me. When I was 18, I came across Schindler’s List. It was only three weeks after my grandmother died, the matriarch of the family. I often refer to her as St Granny because of the place her love has had in my life – even after her repose in the Lord. I don’t remember the occasion, but a lot of the family was gathered together and watched the movie, which was aired without commercial interruption. Drama of this sort was not something we generally did as a family. We were into comedies, stand-up comedians, and family stories. This was a special evening. Read More
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