The last movie my mom and I went to was Boogie Nights in 1997. And when it was over, she said, “Wow!”
Yes, the movie was “pretty rough,” as she put it, set as it was in the San Fernando Valley pornography industry and featuring drug deals gone bad and abrupt killings. But that wasn’t the only reason why this was the last movie we attended together. It was getting too hard for her to drive me in my wheelchair-accessible van.
I love train travel. This year my friend Frances and I planned to visit Holland while I was staying in England. We could fly on one of the “cheaper” airlines which has a list of suitcase restrictions for carry-ons that I always fail. Then you’re sardined in a non-reclinable seat and the plane always lands far outside the city. I prefer to cross over to Europe by train.
