I have a couple of friends who are head grounds keepers for private golf courses around town. This year we caught the fireworks show at Green Gables country Club. It was unique because we got to be right there on on the cool lawn of a nearby fairway, about 40 feet away from where the fireworks launch from, with beer, snacks, and friends.

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This is actually a random clip taken from “The Boy in the Plastic Bubble” (1976). Whether it’s the botched editing job between “oooo-owwww”, the palpable sense of self-satisfaction Reed exhibits after he’s contained the chaos of bubbly eruption or the final announcement that the disaster has been averted, this tiny element of film makes me feel ok…Champagne OK! After all, having had your child banished to the purgatory of a giant bubble, wouldn’t you-yourself feel that same sense of ‘victory’ having single-handedly contained a proverbial Blitzkrieg of smaller bubbles?

When I was a very young kid, I remember sitting on the couch next to my mom and loving this movie, yet probably not understanding it at all. I just added this to my netflix queue and can’t wait to see it again for the first time.