Do you remember when we were out walking in the woods, and we found that tower? We climbed all the way to the top and found a little room occupied by that old woman who chain smoked Benson and Hedges through a filter tip while she sat at a table cutting out coupons from the Des Moines Register. She handed us each a Grolsch, and they were room temperature, but we drank them anyway while she told us about how her father raised prize-winning Norwegian Elkhounds.

When we left we were almost at the bottom of the tower before we realized we’d completely forgotten to ask her if she wanted to be rescued. We thought about going back up, but it was getting late and we had to return 8½ to the video store.

That was a good movie.