Upon crossing your hometown’s threshold for the first time in awhile, it takes a seasoned set of eyes to successfully power through your homely seventh grade choral director’s decade-later rendition of ‘I Touch Myself’ at its lone dive bar.
Light, as it appears, is important. I should have learned this from ‘The Swiss Family Robinson,’ a far fetched tale of a Swiss family named ‘-’- surprise ‘-’- Robinson, shipwrecked on the only island other than Manhattan that boasts ostriches, penguins and peacocks in such a slim square footage.
When Mo’Nique threw caution to the wind and a hefty TV set down the middle of a stairwell at her daughter, I wondered, as I gently laughed at Precious’ misfortune, if I would have been within the same right with a decent human being beside me instead of an empty seat. Status: Unlikely.
Ah, Thanksgiving, the holiday of food and cooking. But besides this Thursday, on which other day of the year do most people spend the whole day in the kitchen? The love of cooking is a dying passion, and the number of restaurants open on Thanksgiving proves it.