The Shopping Cart That Came Back To Haunt Me
There are plenty of things that might startle you on an early morning walk. An unexpected noise, a dog suddenly barking, or someone appearing out of nowhere. But a shopping cart? This morning, I came across an abandoned shopping cart blocking my path. There was nothing particularly unusual about it, and most people probably wouldn't have given it a second thought. But the sight of that cart stopped me for a moment and brought back a rather strange memory from forty-six years ago. You see, shopping carts and I have a history. And it all began with my ill-fated attempt to become a filmmaker. In 1980, I was a student at Southern Illinois University, majoring in film production. Back then, I fancied myself as the next Steven Spielberg or George Lucas. I had dreams of making movies, telling great stories, and perhaps one day seeing my name on the big screen. There was just one small problem. I had absolutely no idea what I was doing. When it came time to make my first student film, I f...
