fading

in the late 70s and early 80s, i tried never to miss an episode of charlie's angels.

in the early 80s, my part-time job of tutoring one of my brother's friends got regularly sidetracked whenever any Thriller video came on the television.

in the mid 80s, i found myself in movies like sixteen candles & the breakfast club, but mostly in pretty in pink, which i saw at the theatre and/or drive- in 53 times... all creations of john hughes, whose movie magic made me believe he understood me better than i understood myself.

my youth seems to be slowly fading to gray...