In the ten years between her divorce and remarriage, my mother spent Christmas with her mother. Their habit was a matinee, then a simple meal.
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August 28 To Fall in Love with Film Leave New York
The city set a terrible precedent for me: I began to understand film-going—sitting in what are supposed to be the darkest, most anonymous and unassuming places—as the most important way to express my cultural and social capital. But then I moved to St. Paul, Minnesota, the greatest film city in America!
July 30 I Am American Cowboy Jim
My father loved going to the movies, and my brother Sam and I were his usual dates. We lived in Cambridge, Massachusetts—walking distance from the repertory houses in Harvard Square, biking distance from half a dozen single-screen neighborhood theaters of the sort that have now been divided into multiplexes. My first understanding of the large people on the large screen was probably that they, too, were projections of my father’s mind.