Turn off the news, put your shoes on. Take me on a date, to the movies tonight. We'll park the car, our masks, the world outside, and head into the old theater, where they play reels in black and white.
People 65 and older are now the fastest-growing age group in the western world, according to the U.S. Census Bureau. It's no wonder, then, that the silver screen is rapidly growing a deeper shade of silver.
Recently while sitting in my local theater I began observing the actions of the patrons coming in as well as people who were already seated. My short but thorough investigation turned up more than one faux pas.
Saving the movie-going experience won't save America's middle class, but letting it go will lead us deeper down the hole of Internet isolation and greater separation from each other at a time when Americans need more real-world, interpersonal connections, not fewer.
What's next? Chaise lounges in Carnegie Hall? Beds on Broadway? I couldn't help thinking, as I glanced around the darkened theater after the heart-pounding, climactic scene of Captain Phillips: Isn't this what it looked like right before the fall of the Roman Empire?