I took off from work this past week and filled it with an interesting balance of things that were pleasant - lunch and a movie with my sister, casual shopping outings with my daughter and a friend - and the productive - cleaning out my clothes closet, dresser drawer, and the black hole that is the cabinet under my night table - while trying to stay cool during a week of temperatures hovering near the 100 degree mark here in New Jersey. Unfortunately, this past week of living with virtually no deadlines or responsibility of any kind has turned my head to mush and I could not summon up the mental discipline to write much of anything for this week's blog post. And looking at the careless errors from last week's post (it is simply inexcusable to create a list which has two #9s), it appears that the early symptoms of vacation brain were manifesting themselves well in advance of my actual week off.
Therefore, I submit for your pleasure a slightly belated Independence Day present. More than 30 years later, I can still remember the thrill I felt while sitting in the movies watching the first few minutes of Manhattan and thinking that the opening sequence alone was worth the price of admission. If, for whatever reason, you choose not to listen to Woody Allen's voice, skip over to 3:00 and just enjoy the fireworks. Happy belated July 4th!
