Time machine…

Why don’t we start off 2016 by talking about going back in time? That seems appropriate. Now, like everyone else who loves classic movies, I wish I had a time machine. In fact, we all say that all the time. I’ve actually googled how to build a time machine and whether it’d work or not. Well, not really, I didn’t actually google it, ‘cause that’d be weird, even for me. But I did hear that it wouldn’t work. But let’s imagine it would. Obviously, 1940s Hollywood is the very first stop. But which year, specifically? After much deliberation, I’ve settled for 1942. And here’s why: that’s the year Casablanca came out, so I would have loved to go to the premiere; it’s also the year the very fantastic Carole Lombard died in that plane crash, so I’d like to think I could have stopped her from boarding the plane; and like Casablanca, I’d love to have watched Woman of the Year for the first time on the big screen when it premiered. In fact, the first encounter between Katharine Hepburn and Spencer Tracy (which was actually in 1941, but hey) is the historic moment I’d love to have witnessed the most. Everyone goes on about JFK’s assassination, or The Beatles performing on The Ed Sullivan Show, or Charles and Diana’s wedding. No, no, no. Call me shallow, but give me Kate and Spencer any day of the week. Oh, and 1942 is also the year Bette Davis and John Garfield founded the Hollywood Canteen, so I’d love to pop in and have a swell time with all those movie stars! Ah, if only.