I was eight when A Christmas Story came out and it quickly became a personal favorite years before pop culture and commercialism took it over. Ralphie and I were the same age, and we were both idealistic and stubborn children, not willing to give up when we wanted something. Seriously, who wouldn't want an official Red Ryder carbine action two-hundred shot range model air rifle with a compass in the stock and this thing that tells time?
Last night, Robert Clark, director of A Christmas Story and his 22 year old son died in a head on collision with a drunk maniac. The drunk? He walked away with minor wounds. His guilt, I hope will haunt him for the rest of his life. It's the least fate can do.