I think this picture is from 1988. It's me and my grandparents, Mildred & Henry (mom's parents), and we're fishing at Lake Texoma at the Fobb Bottom camping area. It's a little too cold for that now, but I don't think I got in a lake at all this summer. With the draught, they kept talking about the bacteria or algae being dangerous for one's health, so everyone stayed away. Just a fun picture.
So, last night I watched an old movie from 1970, "Love Story". It won an Oscar and was quite popular at the time, but I found it devoid of any meaningful substance whatsoever. That's pretty harsh, I know. The story made sense, their relationship was strong, but the memorable line is "love means never having to say you're sorry." That's just ridiculous. If you start with that broken premise, then the rest is sure to take you nowhere. I think I was supposed to take Oliver's side, but I was so hoping that he'd make amends with his father and swallow his juvenile pride. But I guess the movie represents what happens more often than not in the real world. Sad.