I have an appreciation of history, despite a number of teachers who did their best to quell it. Most teachers want the student to memorize names and dates. History becomes sterile. Those history teachers are legion.
We are where we are because of the past – some very small but consequential events, some cataclysmic.
And, one would think, that the subject of diplomatic history – the study of treaties – would be the most boring of all.
“Anybody can conceivably die on any given day. And we’re all going to die eventually. Soloing just makes it far more immediate. You accept the fact that if anything goes wrong, you’re going to die. And that’s that.”
These days, when I see a small child with a modicum of good manners, I have to complement the parents. I like to let them know that their efforts are noticed.
With the coarsening of society, and the use of 4 letter words considered “acceptable” in normal conversation, someone with good manners really stands out these days.
Even if you are a bank robber.
As I have gotten older, I have realized that my life – all lives – have bookmarks. A bookmark delineates what your life was before and after. Some are good, like a good marriage, children – and some horrible, such as the sudden death of a loved one. Historical events can go either way. I remember where I was hearing about 9/11, or the assassination of the Kennedys.
Apollo 11 was a good bookmark.
Just saw a movie today that celebrated its 50th anniversary. I can remember in 1968 it was a hit, and yet I did not see it then. But I have come to appreciate some movies that are on the big screen. Shown through Fathom Events, there are some scenes that can only be shown on the big screen to really be appreciated. Like this scene from North by Northwest.
These days, unless a first run movie has some historical plot that is reasonably accurate, or is a comedy (what happened to those appealing to someone older than 14?) – I have been waiting every month or so for Fathomevents/TCM Classic to show a “classic” movie.
I got an appreciation for cinema through 2 friends. One of whom had a collection of 1,000 movies, and we were up to the “H”‘s before he moved to Idaho, darnit. But through him I saw movies going back to the Golden Age.