Here’s a thought: If Alan Parker hadn’t directed his 1991 film version of The Commitments, chances are good I would never have read Roddy Doyle’s 1987 novel of the same name. That would have been a shame. When I started the book, though, I knew I was going to have a slight problem. The film version of The Commitments is not only a fine movie, it’s also one of my favorites.
Can Jimmy and Kim make things work? Where’s Nacho? Who’s following Mike? What’s Chuck planning to do with that recording he made? What’s going on with Gene the Cinnabon manager? And most of all, why is Kim so worried about that damned semi-colon? These are just a few of the questions that had me wondering this past week, after the Monday return of AMC’s Better Call Saul. I’m pretty sure I know
Sometimes, when I’m tooling around town or driving to and from work, I enjoy wondering about the lives of my fellow drivers. Think about it: How many times have you pulled up behind someone at a traffic light and thought, ‘Gee, I wonder what that person is thinking? I wonder what they’re all about? What do they like or dislike?” Being the kind of person who speculates about nearly everything, I’ve
They were running a low-level night jump in 36-knot winds, Larry Swenson’s last. Once the mission was done, he would leave the Army and take a long road trip, settling into whichever town along the way felt right to him. Maybe he would go back to school. Maybe he wouldn’t. He didn’t know for sure, and he didn’t really care. He just wanted to own his life again. Everyone had already
Tonight, after I polish my lesson plans, grade a few papers, and make a weekly call to my dad, I’ll settle down to my favorite Sunday evening activity, watching The Walking Dead. It’s one of the few shows I watch in real-time, and my routine is simple: I watch the latest episode, usually eating ice cream, and tweet spoiler-free commentary during the commercials. Tonight’s installment is especially significant because it’s
I I came to the city of Gold Creek in early May as the fitful spring winds were settling into early summer. The morning air was rife with the smell of lilac and the sound of lunatic birds tweeting and whistling from the huge oaks and maples that lined the streets of the finer residential areas near the college. Children played in the yards, dogs barked at anything and nothing,