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Moving on...

So, our ancient, but hearty (hey it lasted almost 15 years and these days that's a LONG time) DVD player finally bit the dust the other day, so I've been forced to rely on Netflix while I lie around (such a hardship ;-p).

Anyway, last night whilst waiting to go to the airport to retrieve The Lovely Barbara, I came across 'Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid'... I freakin' LOVE that show!... but in particular the bicycle scene... not to mention that it was filmed in one of my most fave places on the planet... right outside Zion National Park in the ghost town of Grafton, Utah (went there all the time as a girl).  Love the song, too... listened to it over and over on the 8-track when I was a kiddo.  I remember when I was young though that something always troubled me about Butch and Etta (Paul and Katharine) cruisin' around the apple orchard because I was worried about the chemistry between them... I couldn't stand the thought of Etta cheating on The Kid.  Watching it for the first time since I was VERY young last night, I sort of wish she'd "met Butch first"... he was a pretty nice guy.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VILWkqlQLWk


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