APRIL 15-19

Ray, people will come, Ray.

They'll come for reasons they can't even fathom. They'll turn up your driveway, not knowing for sure why they're doing it. They'll arrive at your door as innocent as children, longing for the past.

"Of course, we won't mind if you look around," you'll say. "It's only twenty dollars per person." They'll pass over the money without even thinking about it. For it is money they have and peace they lack.

And they'll sit in shirt-sleeves. They'll find they have reserved seats, where they sat when they were children and cheered their heroes. And they'll watch, and it'll be as if they'd dipped themselves in magic waters. The memories will be so thick, they'll have to brush them away from their faces.

People will come, Ray.

The one constant through all the years, Ray.

America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It's been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt, and erased again. The one constant has been [movies].

It's a part of our past, Ray. It reminds us of all that once was good, and it could be again.

Ohhhhhhhh, people will come, Ray. People will most definitely come.