Lifted from Chit-Chat

Two lawyers are leaving the office. "I can't wait to get home," says one of them. "As soon as I walk in the door, I'm going to rip my wife's panties right off."

"I know the feeling," the other says.

"No, I'm serious," says the first. "They're killing me."

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Thanks, Joseki!

Sigh

They had "Sound of Music" on last night. The perfect movie. Love triumphs over Nazis with great songs. And steely-eyed Captain von Trapp turning the flag over and over, determined to find that pre-cut slit so he can rip it in two with his bare hands.

In reality it didn't happen much like that. She killed him in the end, dragging him around America until his heart gave out. She was a sterner disciplinarian than he ever was, and the kids may have sung like angels on the stage, but I'm sure they were wishing they could just go home and be normal people instead of climbing into the bus and driving through the night to the next town.

And they were married in 1927, eleven years before the Nazis took over Austria. At that time the eldest von Trapp child was 27.

But that doesn't make it any less a great movie. One of the classics now, and the summer of '64, when the thing was filmed, is as remote and glorious as those "last golden days of the Thirties."