When I was 6, Dad took me to the 86th Street RKO to see 101 Dalmations. We split a large Seven-Up and a box of Pom-Poms. I immediately loved the movie for a bunch of reasons, but two stuck. The first was the scene in the film where they all sat around and watched TV together. Dad, Mom, Rory and me did that too. Only thing we did without battling. The second impression that never left was these two dogs were terrific parents, the kids screwed up, got in all kinds of trouble but the parents hung in with them. I remember thinking, I hope Dad is watching this movie closely.
I achieved a Joe DiMaggio type streak today. 101 straight days of blog entries.
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2 comments:
My memory of the film is that I wished it had stayed in the cozy indoors and not become an outdoor adventure. And I liked the bassett hound.
poor guy, got hit by the carriage
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