Memories of one’s younger life
and the adventures seem to blend into a massive joyful past. Oh, how one longs for those days, thinking
how marvelous it would be to be back in our
own town for just one
day.
Think about the endless bike
rides…Mom’s meatloaf…Velveeta cheese…the emergence of Kool-Aid and Sunbeam
bread…
The successful stage play “Our
Town” allows us to see what that day would be and how one’s memories are often
mixed and convoluted into something very different.
Twilight Zone…does that stir any
memories in those of the 1960s? This is
one that clings to the theme which winds through the mind.
Here is the beginning of Martin/Gig Young's thought in "Walking Distance":
What happens next? After he makes that turn?
Watch the next few minutes, and see how it all works out.
Can anyone go home again?
