A few years ago, we started our own little Fourth of July family tradition—we would gather around the television and watch a televised edition of Independence Day with Will Smith.
Last night, with my chores and duties completed, I sat down in a comfy chair and turned on the television. There are a couple of things you should know: We get ten English-speaking channels on the rabbit ears, but only five are clear enough to watch.
I flipped on the TV and surfed the channels quickly (it doesn’t take long) and … what’s this I say. “No Independence Day? I can’t believe this.” I quickly surfed over to the four Spanish-language channels, hoping for a dubbed version … no dice. I went online … not at 7:00 nor 8:00 P.M..
Now what? It looks like a much quieter night than I had planned. But wait! There’s my prized boxed set of Firefly. Good ship Firefly—she never lets me down. So we watched “Objects in Space” and the “Additional Special Features” … all those out-takes, deleted scenes and interviews, and nifty insider info. Took me right up to bedtime, and the rain lulled me to sleep once again.
Today, it’s off to Amazon to buy my own copy of Independence Day. I don’t want this to ever happen again. Doesn’t anyone have respect for family tradition anymore?