Good Morning Kossacks and Welcome to Morning Open Thread (MOT)My son turned 13 last November--which on the surface means he is going through some chemical changes in his body, needs approximately 12,850 calories a day to sustain life, is beginning to have doubts that his father knows everything there is to know about the world, is actively studying the weird and mysterious creatures he calls "girls," and has become fascinated in all things old--by which he means anything before about 2005.
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This morning--for me--is about memories and more innocent times.
When I was 13, I fought Germans and Japenese in my back yard with home-made guns, played a game on bicycles at dusk that was a combination of chase, stick-in-the-mud, and the fugative, and anything else that I could find to do that kept me outside.
My son fights terrorists on his PS3, explores music on the web, and finds anything to do that insures he is not more than 10 feet or so from his iPad. Where our interests intersect--sort of--is movies. And this week has been all things The Breakfast Club. He is absolutely fascinated with its story line, styles, music, and characters.
If you don't remember the movie--and shame on you--Wikipedia sums it up nicely:
The Breakfast Club is a 1985 American coming of age comedy-drama film written and directed by John Hughes and starring Emilio Estevez, Paul Gleason, Anthony Michael Hall, John Kapelos, Judd Nelson, Molly Ringwald, and Ally Sheedy. The storyline follows five teenagers, each a member of a different high school clique, who spend a Saturday in detention together and come to realize that they are all more than their respective stereotypes, while facing a villainous principal.In other words, it's got it all.
That year, what I recall is the beginning of Reagan's second term, too many hijackings, Gorbachev's rise, the Unibomber, and terrible hair styles on men and women. I had finished undergraduate and graduate school and was in my second year of law school--so I don't remember much else; except that I remember my friends and many of the laughs we had.
What were you doing in 1985?