Published by admin on Fri, 07/19/2024 - 2:41pm
Before I came home to help my mom with my grandfather, when I still lived in the city and was several thousand miles away, I only visited once, maybe twice a year at best. On one of my visits, shortly after dinner one night around Christmas or New Year’s, my mom turned and asked if I had ever seen a movie called “Harold and Maude.” I hadn’t. “Really?” She was surprised. “It reminds me so much of you.” I asked what it was about, expecting something sweet. “Oh, it’s about this kid who’s depressed and wants to kill himself. He sneaks into a funeral and meets an old woman and they fall in love.” To say I reacted well would be a lie, but then again, this column probably proves her right, being as it’s frequently mordant and melancholic, and has a tendency toward navel-gazing.