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Where were you Nov. 4, 1979? I’m not sure where I was. Maybe I was playing in the back yard, flying my hula-hoop spaceship with my brothers. I was Commander Rom, and my brother Andy was Captain Juno, and I forget what Doopa’s character’s name was, but we were some imaginative children.
Maybe I wasn’t flying my hula-hoop spaceship at all. Maybe my brothers and I were pulling on our “Stretch Arm Strong” doll until all the jelly poured out of the inside of it.
Or maybe, just maybe, my mother sent me to Friendly’s to pick up a tuna fish sandwich for the nice old lady that lived in my attic,named Catherine Connolley. I’d bring her up the sandwich and she’d always give me a bite. I loved those tuna fish sandwiches. Until one day when I found out that “tuna fish” was fish. (How did I not put that together?) You see, I had a fish-stick once when I was little and I absolutely hated it. I made a vow with myself to never eat fish again. Continue reading “Argo” is a powerful film that will place you right back into the Iranian hostage crisis.