Why the Movies of My Youth Could Never Happen Today

I’ve seen E.T. at least a dozen times. No matter how many times I watch it, I still get a little thrill every time Elliot and E.T. fly across the moon. I weep with little Gertie as she holds out her flower-pot parting gift. I snuffle and gulp down a sob every time E.T. holds…

O Brother where art thou?

I made the right sacrificial offering to the Parental Karma Gods That Be when my boys were young.  Neither boy was a biter, a pusher, a smacker.  There was rarely a sandbox altercation to break up and even temper tantrums, the proper ones where you feel the eye of every adult burning into your soul…