On the Passing of Robert Redford In 1969, my mom went to the movies with a couple of girlfriends. First - how rare! A movie with friends, not dad! She had six kids at home, what was she doing?!? The next morning, she told me all about “Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid,” enacting the “I can’t swim!” jumping off the bridge scene - it cracked her up. I think of her every time I watch that movie. Four years later, my dad took my brothers and me to see “The Sting.” I’m certain my mother would’ve vetoed that one fast, if she’d known. I was 13, Mike and Tom were even younger - it was a comedy, sure, but a bit violent. A quick shout out for the poker playing scene with my dad yelling out loud, “Four Jacks!” a moment before Paul Newman laid down his winning hand. My brothers and I are now longer mortified by it, but it has become part of our family lore. Anyway, we were a few minutes late (it was years before I saw the actual opening scenes), so we tip-toed in, found seats clutching our...
