When I was a lot younger I saw a TV movie set in a city over 100 years ago. Early on in the movie the main evil doer is walking past a stickball game and the ball lands at his feet. The kids all yell for him to toss them the ball but he just bends over, picks it up, and tosses it in his hand a couple of times before he stops for a second and then throws it through the window of an apartment. The kids jaws all drop. The guy living in the apartment comes storming out in pants and t-shirt and suspenders, cigar butt clamped in his teeth, yelling and chasing the kids who are all screaming. The evil guy, dressed in a long black coat, black fedora, and with a long, bearded face and dark round glasses (a stereotypical anarchist look from the period) just walks on with an evil little “hee hee hee” under his breath. Getting older has never seemed like too bad a thing since seeing that so many years ago.
When I was a lot younger I saw a TV movie set in a city over 100 years ago. Early on in the movie the main evil doer is walking past a stickball game and the ball lands at his feet. The kids all yell for him to toss them the ball but he just bends over, picks it up, and tosses it in his hand a couple of times before he stops for a second and then throws it through the window of an apartment. The kids jaws all drop. The guy living in the apartment comes storming out in pants and t-shirt and suspenders, cigar butt clamped in his teeth, yelling and chasing the kids who are all screaming. The evil guy, dressed in a long black coat, black fedora, and with a long, bearded face and dark round glasses (a stereotypical anarchist look from the period) just walks on with an evil little “hee hee hee” under his breath. Getting older has never seemed like too bad a thing since seeing that so many years ago.