I was visiting relatives in Little Rock, Arkansas, in 1987 when “Throw Momma From The Train” was released. I caught a Friday night showing with my cousin, and except for the broad, slapstick humor, the audience just sat there, quiet as a mute locked in a bank vault. Read the rest of this entry »

I’ve always been weary of those “One Hour Photo” booths and the people who work there. Because they have to quality check each print, the clerks have access to your life. I don’t mind sharing vacation photos with them, but I would never drop of a roll of family snapshots. That would be the same as inviting complete strangers into your home. Read the rest of this entry »