Pat Abdalla, the entertainment editor at the York Daily Record, invited YDR editor Jim McClure and me to come along with him to a showing of “Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter.”
This publicity file photo released by 20th Century Fox, shows Anthony Mackie portraying Will Johnson, left, and Benjamin Walker portraying Abraham Lincoln in a scene from "Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter."
McClure is a genuine historian, having published several books on local history, and I’m an aficionado of Lincoln and all things Civil War. So I replied it was important at least one of us attend — in the unlikely event the film should stray into the realm of historical fact.
Turns out, the joke was on me. I haven’t seem “Vampire Hunter” yet, but in one regard, at least, it might come closer to historical fact than some more reputable histories.
Thirty-seven days, five hours and 32 minutes.
That’s how long we have until the Olympic torch reaches London, kicking off the 2012 summer games.
That’s as of this blog posting, obviously, but as the time ticks down, I get even more excited to see what will happen this time around.
So while we wait these 37 days, five hours and 31 minutes now, let’s talk best Olympic moments. Continue reading
My wife will tell you when you take off from work and drive two and a half hours and spend money for a room and then get to the concert hall only to find the woman in the seat next to you is knitting, that’s a bad sign.
But not me.
I have a feeling that woman’s granddaughter will love her new birthday scarf.
And while the latest and greatest is always nice, there’s plenty to be said for the Halcyon Days.
The grass outside is out of control and the A/C is on and yes, it’s just about carnival time around Hanover and Adams. Wouldn’t miss it.
But that last part led to a good question on The Evening Sun’s Facebook page the other day.
And it leads me, today, to a few of my own.
A movie critic I am not.
I’ll be the first to admit that. I don’t even have the time to watch movies very often anymore.
But I did take a few hours the other night to watch one, and, as expected enjoyed it, thanks in no small part to the lead actor.
A guy who can play Beethoven. Or Dracula. Or a sociopath.
Or a knife-throwing peacock.
Seemingly, whatever he wants.
I’ve visited with princesses and blasted off into space and fallen back down again into the briar patch this week and I just couldn’t figure out what I was forgetting.
The autograph book is near full. The souvenirs are bought and bagged. And the return trip tickets are all lined up.
We’ve been to every Disney park in Orlando.
What else is there? What more in the land of bus schedules and efficient meal plans and your vacation package with a bow on top?
Well, just one little thing I almost forgot.
The spotlight crept closer and my daughter moved slowly to meet it and a crowd of 8,000 plus seemed to press in closer around us, waiting.
The guy with the mic and the makeup knelt down then, asked her to go ahead, and was answered by silence.
That’s when I knew this was going to go badly.
He was alone at the front of the bus and that’s probably what caught my eye because he was about my daughter’s size and he had a “Happy Birthday” button that looked just like hers.
The name on the badge started with a ‘C’ but the rest of the black marker had come off. He was 6 today.
And he had red shorts and big glasses though they were hard to see because he was staring at the ground.
He was just sitting there on a bus about to go to an amusement park and that’s when I saw him and worried. Too young to be alone, I thought.
Then I thought, why have we been sitting here so long?
They call themselves “cast?” Really?
When we got to the airport the transportation cast members guided us across the acres of hard tile. At the hotel the cast at the front desk was oh-so happy to help.
I imagine that guy in the lobby bathroom pushing a cart full of supplies is in the toilet cast… probably waiting for a better-smelling roll.
Disney World- home of Mickey Mouse where we’re all required to pretend this isn’t goofy. Continue reading
This is Major Tom to ground control; I’m stepping through the door.
And in the next days I will be floating in what, for me, is a most peculiar way – sitting in a tin can, even — as I wing my way south with the family.
Frightening family theme park experience? Certainly.
You bet your sequin-studded mouse ears.