The Memorial servie for John Schroeder is at 7 p.m. tonight.
I spent this weekend vegetating with my girlfriend.
We watched Vanishing Point a movie from 1971 that is a moment in time crystallized. If you want to see wht the 1970s were really like, this is one flick that shows the decade bare, pure, driven, simplified into an unpretensious seeking and finding.
When i was a little kid, maybe 7 years old, the talk was that there was a movie, Vanishing Point that featured a scene with a naked lady riding a motorcycle. It was the topic of much conversation, but scant evidence, as none of us could get into an R rated movie and this was way before VCRs, PG-13, etcetera. But it was quite the talk among the 2nd and 3rd graders. And of course, the analytical child I was had to ask “Why was a naked lady riding a motorcycle?”
Fast forward 32 years and sure enough, here comes a naked lady riding a motorcycle. It is a casual scene in the film, a break in the speedfreak action, a repose amidst a car chase. And outside of the metaphorical illustration of a pure freedom that a tan blonde on a Kawasaki illustrates, I still have to wonder, “Why was a naked lady riding a motorcycle?”