IT WAS 1967. I was 20, same age as Dustin Hoffman in the movie. I saw it with the woman, also 20, who I’d marry. We saw it in Chicago where she went to college. It wasn’t widely distributed yet. I told all my friends about the movie. I watched it again tonight. I’d seen enough California fires. I didn’t want to see Trump either. I never want to see him.
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