Ah, you’re most welcome. It’s a glorious book by a glorious writer. And those minutes shared reading together are precious. I still read to my guys, though I sense the time is waning fast!

And I have an ironic, if tangential, personal connection to that film. Years ago, when I was still quite literally a child, I did a solo dance performance to the theme from To Kill a Mockingbird. Perhaps there’s another connection weaving itself in and out of a child’s play. Thanks for the memory.

The movie opens to the sounds of a child humming. The camera captures what a small child is doing, at the very closeup range which children use. (Ever notice that when a small child wants to show you something they bring it right up within inches of your eyes? Their range is close up in a way that we aging adults cannot achieve.)

The child is drawing, and the camera moves in closeup across the drawing to a cigar box filled with the child’s treasures-crayons, jacks, and a pocket watch which can be heard ticking as the camera moves past it…This is the world of a child. I always thought that whoever did these opening credits should have gotten an Oscar