Welcome to another edition of Parental Guidance. I’m very proud of how the column seems to grow in popularity each week. The concept of this column is discussed in detail in our first column called Parental Guidance Suggests You Throw Me The Idol, I’ll Throw You The Whip but basically, it’s a column about a Dad watching movies he really likes with his intelligent, beautiful but cinematically challenged daughter. She likes most of the movies I recommend. She won’t like all, though, and that’s cool. I’m doing this to broaden her horizons, not demand she have my same movie tastes. Along the way, she gets to hear stories about my life and where I was when these movies came out. I’m not sure how much she likes my stories, but I love the time I get to spend with my oldest daughter, Allie. If you would like to read all of the columns, click here.

The Inspiration

Let us take a hot tub time machine trip back to June of 1993. This was the summer after my freshman year at the University of Georgia. I lived in Creswell Hall which had all the cosmetic appeal of a 1970s apartment building. Crappy A/C, two single beds in a 8 x 10 room and a roommate who thought hygiene was an elective course.

Yet, I loved it. it was my first home away from home. After finals in May, I packed up my dorm and made the drive back home for the summer. I wasn't looking forward to it because once you live away from your parents, it’s horrible to go back. Yet, I didn’t have a place to crash for the summer and my parents asked did I want to go to Daytona Beach, Florida with them to their condo. Poor college kids don’t pass up the chance to go to the beach and see women, even when your parents are there. I don’t remember much about the trip besides not meeting any women and wanting to go see the blockbuster release of the year: Jurassic Park. One rainy day, I asked my then 8 year old brother to go with me to see it. He pretty much worshiped me back then (not so much now), so of course he said yes. We bought our tickets, popcorn and about 7 pounds of candy for my brother. When the movie ended, I asked him what he thought of the movie. His response I still remember to this day: "It was very good. I wish the dinosaurs had eaten those kids. though."

This story was recently re-told to my immediate family. When you hit 40, you start repeating stories over and over to your family. You have no idea how many times I’ve heard the "Don’t talk to me until my 3rd cup of coffee" story from my mother-in-law. Somehow, I had never told this anecdote to my kids and Allie laughed and then remarked, "I have to see this movie if Uncle Will thought it was good."

With that being said, a trip to Jurassic Park was scheduled. Hold on to your butts.

Jurassic Park

Jurassic Park movie poster

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