A few times this winter, I've caught myself nestled up on my couch watching a gritty movie from the 1930s, complete with bad acting and lots on cigarettes. Today's pick was "Reefer Madness" which was likely intended to be an educational film about the dangers of marijuana. Anyways, my point.
As I watch this, with the actors feet tapping to the swung beat, it came over me that all of these young, shining teenage actors are dead. These are the people of my grandmother's generation, and it makes me think how in eighty years or so, who will be seeing my face at age fifteen while the person behind that face is long buried beneath the soil?
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