I feel as though I’ve been watching movies since I arrived on this planet and I cannot honestly name the first movie I ever saw. I do, however, remember when I first learned that a movie could leave an indelible impression. It was 1969 or 70 and I was about three and a half/four years old. (Yes. Let’s get this out of the way, so we’re all clear here. I am turning 50 this year. And let’s not speak of it again unless I need to bring it up for some reason. Thankyouverymuch.)
My family was displaced because our apartment building had been burned down to the ground. We were temporarily living in the Concourse Plaza Hotel in the Bronx. Don’t be fooled by the use of the term “Plaza” in the name. The place was a dump. But we were together, everyone was safe, it was temporary, and that was all…
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