Amazingly it’s Sunday night again but not just any Sunday night - Oscar night. Back in the day Denise and I would gather at the Budget Host to take in the big show and try to navigate through the minefield of ordering delivery from Pizza Hut. (Clue!)

In a year of such economic turmoil I’m glad the Oscars remains an extravaganza. The dresses are as big as the egos. Someone should have combed the hair of whoever just won and the verdict is still out on the well-intentioned attempt to revamp the whole thing. I suppose there are those who would say the show is a somewhat vulgar frivolity at a time when so many people are suffering - but I, for one, think the Oscars must go on.

My father, who is older than the average 35-year-old’s Dad, is a big fan of Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers. And this was mainly I think because he was a kid in the 1930s. Those big films with the dance numbers and the costumes and the charm helped get people through some very hard times, he said. And amazingly, my grandfather, who once spent only 90 cents during a whole month, managed to scrape up the 10 cents to send his boys to the movies every Saturday where they could forget for a couple of hours that there was no quick end in sight to days of working very hard and getting by with very little. Say what you will about Hollywood, that’s a public service.

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