It was a simpler time, a more innocent time. The grass was greener, the skies were bluer, friendships were truer. And my kid brother and I would find it so freakin' laugh-out-loud funny to hear John Wayne snarl "The hell I won't!" in McLintock!
at the old Nola Theatre
in our Ninth Ward neighborhood that we would be able to crack each other up for years
afterward just by repeating the line. Those were the days, my friend...
Yes. The 60s. A simple time famous for its lack of drama or conflicts.
Hey, it was 1963 -- the year we lost our innocence. After that, well, things got complicated.
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