A memory I had long since suppressed just resurfaced for some reason.
It was summer of 1977 and I’m at my friend Eric’s birthday party. I liked Eric; he had a hot mom. And so, for his birthday, his hot mom took about a half dozen of us kids out for pizza and a movie. I wanted to see Smokey and the Bandit a second time because I knew it was awesome (at the very least, that new Star Wars thing people were talking about) … only I got overruled and outvoted and we ended up seeing For the Love of Benji, an experience I only barely survived by rooting for the evil Doberman Pinscher that pursues Benji. Seriously! For the Love of Benji! How awful is that!
Eric’s hot mom didn’t even sit with us.