And I love the music in all of Woody’s films, that cool, real jazz music that never gets old. Sorry. I’m getting off point.
Kind of at the beginning of the movie, Woody and his wife in the film are at a party and they’re with friends talking about kids, adopting kids—that type of thing.
One of the friends mentions that children grow up, move out and Woody says. . .
“Sometimes to ridiculous places like Cincinnati.”
Now I have often said here over the years that I think Cincinnati is a lazy city, but is it ridiculous too?
You know what? That’s my question of the week.
(Photo found on Google. That’s Woody to the left)