(Originally posted on i-Pocalypse.com on 12-03-05)
Alright, I admit it. I am way more sentimental about certain things than I really should be. It hampers me as a writer and it hampers me in all of the other non-writer… types of things… in which I engage… and stuff. This little failing of mine was really at its most evident to myself on a recent business trip to New York City. While there I tried to get tickets to see Monty Python’s Spam-A-Lot, but with the show being inexplicably sold out on a Thursday night and the only possible way of getting tickets being to stand in line and hope there was a cancellation, I opted instead to catch a performance of the musical stage adaptation of the classic family film Chitty Chitty Bang Bang.