Movie night is a Friday night extravaganza. Charlie and Sharon host and we often watch what Hollywood has cooked up to modify our behavior, influence our thinking, stir up emotions, entertain, or put us to sleep. This evening we watch Spenser Tracy in ” Bad Day at Black Rock, ” an early movie about injustice, race relations, and government cover up. It is an eerie feeling watching movies where everyone in it, and everyone who made it, are now ghosts. Seeing things that happened, but are no longer here, is almost the same for me as reading Scotttreks moments that are behind me in time’s tunnels.  Is a remembered and re-remembered moment better than the real thing? Do postcards accurately report what I have seen or done, or just reflect how I want to remember it? Strawberry Shortcake, as I remember it, or like to remember it, was spectacular and movie night is always worth doing.