I’m finishing up a non-fiction piece that centers around my fascination with the film Red Dawn. How this relates to an ending where my mother sings songs from The Sound of Music on a dirt road with a gash over her eye because she didn’t account for the recoil of a 300 Magnum rifle scope…well, you’ll have to read to find out, but since it isn’t completed, I guess I have to write more to find out.