For many years,
I didn\'t own a
television.
I didn\'t want one.
The news gave me
anxiety, and most of
the movies were
horrible.
Bad actors,
terrible acting
and predictable plots.
I wasn\'t buying any
of it.
My Dad loved
watching movies.
He often used the word,
contrived
when summarizing them.
I remember watching
The Grapes of Wrath
with him.
After the movie, Dad talked
about leaving in his will,
a list of his ten favorite
movies for his seven kids
to watch sometime.
He wanted us to know
him better.
He forgot about it and died
a few years later.
I always thought Dad had
too much faith in mankind.
But, after watching The Grapes
of Wrath again, maybe he
didn\'t.
I hope we all live until
we die.