Raiders of the Lost Ark was one of the few movies, growing up, that my Dad took me to see. I didn't realize it then, but he was sharing one of his favorite genre's of film with me.
And who could blame him? How could I not love the pulp tradition?
Professor Jones left a huge impression on me. Within hours of leaving the movie theater, I had taken an old handbag of my moms, found a huge hat and turned a length of some kind of heavy duty elastic and some blue duct tape into a bull whip. And Kansas Craddock, joined Indy on his quest for lost treasures and fighting nazis.
(Even before this, fighting nazis was a favorite passtime of mine and my friends. I don't know why, but WWII was a much bigger deal in the '70's and '80's.)
In the last year, I've turned my 11 and 8 year olds onto the adventures of the Jones family, just like my Dad did for me.
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As a fellow Kansan, I approve.
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