I caught myself sitting alone watching Lightning McQueen on television last night.
About a week before George was born, Johnny Harrigan stopped me on the trading floor and warned me.
“Jumbo… for the next fifteen years, you are going to watch more movies with talking animals, talking buildings, talking trees, talking cars and talking stars.”
Johnny was right and almost twenty years later, I’m still watching “Cars” whenever it’s on television.
…the story about a cocky race car ending up in Radiator Springs is my favorite.
George came out of his bedroom to check on me. He sat down on the couch when he noticed what I was watching on television.
We both sat there watching and repeating every funny line in the movie.
And every time at the end when Lightning helps The King finish the race, I start crying.
Since George had a little boy voice, he would say, “Dad is crying again.”
He said it again last night in a big boy voice.
The movie “Cars” belongs next to “The Godfather.” If it is on television, I’ll stop and watch it.
I am still in a reminiscing mood this morning. Yesterday I was listening to the radio and caught a two’fer from REM. The DJ said it has been forty years since “Fables” was released. Then he played “Driver 8.”
Tuesday was a good day. Lightning McQueen and Michael Stipe brought me comfort on a cold night.
Go be astonished
