In the fall of 1998 I paid for a ticket to Pleasantville – a movie I’d never heard of – with a pocketful of coins that got me off the streets and out of the rain for a while. I loved it.

Eleven years of change have passed since then and tonight I’m going to watch it again. I wonder if it will resonate the same with me now. I think so, but it doesn’t much matter. I’m going to watch it with the girl I love.