I Was Three, Tunga Was Born Twenty Years Later, And Last Night, We Watched the Original Jaws

I believe it was a good thing to rewatch JAWS with Chitunga at the end of the beach season. This guy, who never sits still long enough to comprehend much at all, managed to watch the entire film over again last night - one I must have viewed 30 times in my childhood. I can't imagine what this did to the American psyche when it came out, especially those communities living by water.

This movie came out pre-cable, pre-internet, during rotary phones, and way before 24/7 News Shows. Word traveled by newspaper, so I'm sure a shark-infested water created paranoia on multiple beaches.

JAWS holds up. It was written in a beautiful way that blended light comedy with absolute fear. It also did wonderful narration with the cinematography that captured the time. Of course, this made me miss Big Brother, but I will catch up.

I've been swimming in the ocean weekly and now I'm like, "Eeks, What if?" Now I know why I loved swimming in the fresh waters of Central New York (and playing JAWS with Dusty as the shark and my parent's king size bed as the buoy of safety.

But speaking of the giant chomp-chomp. Today is Monday - the chomp chomp of the human soul. Bring it on.