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One Movie Until The End Of Time

Bedford Falls, a dream, a reality. We can only live one life. A strong woman, family, community and your convictions…and we win the war.

It’s A Wonderful Life

That film doesn’t get made today. Everyone settles, has a price, we fight with each other than band together.

It’s still a wonderful life because of a strong woman, family, all the communities, convicted, as wrecking balls raze dreams.

We have our dreams. Hug someone, tell them love is the true value, and we have it.

Tomorrow, a different movie. But one still plays — a dream.

I still tear up when they share the phone and their walls melt. Watching Mary’s mom walk away, moved by the moment, takes the air from my lungs. I hold it in my throat, eyes tear, lightly sniffle, and I feel foolish and hold on until I’m stable.

George Bailey sacrifices all, has values with conviction, but reassesses in a crisis. A good man is forced to feel resentment. But, do we win the war? That’s why we have movies. And all the George Baileys continue to lasso moons.

One movie until the end of time. See you in the funny papers.

P.S.
I still keep our Zulu-petals in a Webster’s Dictionary between the pages beside that befuddling definition of love.

12.24.25
Irony: my wife is watching the Capra film for the very first time. She meets another part of me tonight, my Buffalo Girl.