We just got back from the NC yesterday. Took the back way down 301 and 3, way away from the infamous post-Thanksgiving clusterfuck around the district. Some bizarre old motels and enough drive-through liquor stores to drown an entire nation's sorrows.
And they wonder why drunk driving is such a problem in southern Mary Land.
Saw Walk the Line with my parents. Dad sang along every time Joaquin Phoenix hit the stage, probably the happiest he's been in a long time. Mom liked it too. I can see how some folks would call this Cash: Behind the Music, but I think any weaknesses in the film disappear in the sheer power of the storytelling and the performances of both Phoenix and Witherspoon. The movie conjures up a lost world when stars drove their own cars and were happy to get a nice ranch house and a half-acre lot. It brings out the power and emotion of Cash's earlier songs and revitalizes his music for future generations.
In other news: Was chased by deranged turkey. Possibly grieving for his millions of slain brothers and sisters. Or just plain mean. In either case: Turkeys do not make good pets.
We spent some time reliving our childhoods in Old Salem. Even though we never went together, it was like having a shared memory. We didn't pay the fee to look inside the historical buildings. I've seen the whole candlestick-making routine before, when my parents paid for it. We did wander for a while and buy sugar cake. We didn't actually know what sugar cake was until after we'd paid for it. They brought it out, fresh from the oven, and placed a tray on the counter. Sweet and hot and oh so good. Moravilicious.
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