Tom and Peggy and Paul and Keith came over last night for supper. Supper consisted of meat loaf, mashed potatoes, salad provided by Peggy, pie provided by Paul (nearly typed pee, hilariously enough). Then, singing. I love Columbus Stockyard Blues. Then, Jeff and I and Keith watched a Homicide episode, and then it was midnight, because Jeff and I found a documentary about Pete Seeger on the tube. It’s really good, highly recommended. Jeff and I both exclaimed at the same time when footage we watched when we were kids, when our parents set up movies on 8 and 16 millimeter in the basement, came on the screen. (Tzena Tzena Tzena).
When we were kids, the folks would have movie nights, and we watched:
Charlie Chaplin
Cartoons
Abbott and Costello Meet The Wolfman
Laurel and Hardy
Keystone Cops
Second World War footage
The sound of the film running through the projector and the hum of it as it ran is permanently etched in my brain.
