Today for some reason, I recalled the tragically hysterical afternoon when Dad and Mom ventured cautiously into a nearby small town theater to watch what they thought was a documentary on Alaska.
It was not.
It was one of Steven Seagal’s thick jawed, martial arts, clunk headed, high body count, ‘F-bomb dropping’, inane films…and astonishingly, my parents sat through the entire thing.
It was one of the rare times Dad described something or someone as ‘stupid’ multiple times…in his quiet fashion.
I believe they hoped, if they remained in the theater long enough…that civilization would somehow right itself as the credits rolled. As I mentioned, ‘stupid’ was uttered more than once.
The whole mess was only slightly rectified for them with an excellent dinner…and I’ve been chuckling all day, just thinking about it…
690 Saint Paul 