You may be pathetic, but I'm worse. My kids laugh at me.
I'm still trying to remember the name of the movie with the three animals crossing country. There was a dog, a cat, and something else. Maybe another dog or cat.
"Coming Home"? "Going Home"? It was along those lines. It was based on the first book I think I ever read from a library.
Now, that movie about the Red Fern...
I don't think any person who is reasonably sane could watch it without crying. It's nearly as much of a tear-jerker as that movie about the covered bridges where Clint Eastwood played the National Geo photographer. I thought that damn would never end. It was awful. I could barely get up after it finally did end.
Seriously, though, the Red Fern movie is a classic. If you ever want to remind yourself about how far Hollywood has descended from its days of greatness, this would be one of the movies that would be worth watching again. And again.
Before ending myself, I will say one thing about the Westerfield trial: The prosecution would not want me on that jury. I don't care if I'm the only hold-out for acquittal. I'm *not* changing my vote.
I've talked to myself about this at some length. I've done my best to try to convince myself to change my vote.
It ain't gonna happen. The more I try to talk myself into it, the more entrenched I become in my position.
If I'm on that jury, it is a hung jury. Either that, or it acquits.