In 1981 I lost a girlfriend and watched Raiders of the Lost Ark on the big screen. Let me explain. I had just broken up with my girlfriend. She was still in love with a previous boyfriend who did a lot of bar-hopping playing in a band he never could commit seriously to. So, she couldn’t commit seriously to another relationship either as she followed him around, from bar to bar, hanging on. I actually wonder what happened to him more than her, but I hope she made out okay. Anyway, I was feeling awful after our split that night and, driving around aimlessly, I saw Raiders of the Lost Ark playing, though I forget which Brooklyn theater I walked into to see it. Place was packed; I barely made it in. After the traps started springing, in the first few minutes, I forgot everything else and joined in the foreign-locale derring-do and supernatural mayhem. I felt a lot better that night. I went back a few times more. I bought a few Indiana Jones 12-inch action figures a while later, marked down (with that memorable red sticker) at Toys R Us. I always think of her where Indiana Jones is concerned. Funny how things match up in your memory and hang on. Here’s the pressbook.
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