Indies

Yes, I do know some great people in Indianapolis, including Dad and ICB. This is not what this post is about.

It is about one old friend who taught me to love independent films. Not only did we see Das Boot together, we had coffee or tea and German Chocolate cake before entering the theater.

We spoke last night and it was as if we never left our apartment except both of us have better sofas than her brother’s Sears brown plaid with popcorn underneath.

I was always the smart kid in school and tried to play it down, to the consternation of my teachers. I started learning in high school but in college and thereafter I needed to think. Work and roommate came through. Aside from two profs, one with I’m still in touch, college didn’t teach me how to think.

I was rich making $14K per year so went to Italy and Greece for three weeks of vacation with my sister. It was a life-changing event and I thank both countries for your kindness as I thought I was worldly and with my first sip of a warm Campari apertif  I choked and ordered a diet soda.

It is interesting that we grew up near each other and still cling to the northern states. We could have our own indy film, L and D, our lives; no, I don’t think so. Too boring on my end. Cheers, Dee