The Closest Thing to a Time Machine: My Top 3 Reasons I Love Earnings
I was ten years old the first time I saw Back to the Future in a movie theater. It was the summer of 1985. I remember sitting in that red fabric seat, feet barely flat on the floor, popcorn and Coke balanced carefully in my lap – no cup holders back then. The lights dimmed, the projector hummed, and for the next two hours I was somewhere else entirely. There’s a lot to like: the iconic car and soundtrack, the fantastic performances and sharp humor. But the thing that burned into my brain wasn’t
I was ten years old the first time I saw Back to the Future in a movie theater. It was the summer of 1985. I remember sitting in that red fabric seat, feet barely flat on the floor, popcorn and Coke balanced carefully in my lap – no cup holders back then. The lights dimmed, the projector hummed, and for the next two hours I was somewhere else entirely. There’s a lot to like: the iconic car and soundtrack, the fantastic performances and sharp humor. But the thing that burned into my brain wasn’t