one of my favorite movies of all time.
al pacino, as good as he’s ever been, as the gritty honest cop, frank serpico. based on the true story of the real frank serpico.
forty years later, i watched it again. it wasn’t as good.
ever hear of chauncey gardner? peter sellers as the title character in Being There. another one of my all-time favorites. but upon further review…
seems what i remember is not what i remember.
books are the same way. the fountainhead, ayn rand’s masterpiece, with the iconic howard roark. it’s a great book, but after a few years away, it’s no longer at the top of my list.
is it me? have my sensibilities changed?
of course. and then again, my good memories tend to dominate the bad.
but i’m thinking i’m going to keep the good memories warm. no more bursting the bubble of what i remember. same with people. i remember old friends fondly, forgetting their faults and the things that drove me crazy. then when i see them on the street, it’s a good moment.
i hope they do the same for me.
November 21, 2019 at 7:38 am
So if I run into you in SA, will you be judging me against my 1970’s self and found wanting?
November 21, 2019 at 7:42 am
No judging, just remembering the good, forgetting the bad, and getting to know who you are now. And I have nothing but good memories of you from years ago. See how it works? All positive.