I can't begin to express the wonder of the movie, "We Are Marshall". The tribute to the football team of 1970, a story worthy of being told, as was mentioned by Bob Costas, is a wonder all its own; but, making the story into a major motion picture was an awsome thing for all who have had any affiliation with the town of Huntington, WV. and the campus that is Marshall University. Matthew McConaughey was magnificent and will be forever adored by me for his heart's interest in this film.

*When you link to the two Matthew's conversation of the movie, be patient; the commercials are short in between the question and answer session.

I suppose the familiarity of the campus scenes, and of downtown Huntington made the whole thing more alive for me. I was there. I walked that campus for 4 years; playing around the Memorial Fountain, working at the Campus Christian Center and Student Activity Center, walking the streets of Huntington. I am part of that place because my feet have trod there. My spirit danced there with so many others. That place will forever be a part of me.

Today, while watching the movie, my mind and heart tossed a thousand joys to one another. Hundreds of thoughts came flooding to memory. I am part of this history; this history of tragedy and eventual triumph. I am part of all the souls who lived in Huntington, who walked the corridors of each campus building of higher education, who ate and slept and showered in the dormitories of campus.

Me, those from years before me, those who have gone after me--We Are Marshall!!  I am honored to be a small part of this reality.

75 Marshall University football players, coaches and fans perished in a plane crash Nov. 14, 1970, on their way back from a game against East Carolina University in Greenville, N.C. Warner Bros. is making a movie based on the 1970 Marshall plane crash titled “We Are Marshall.” The movie opens in theaters nationwide Friday, Dec.22.  Excerpt from the Herald-Dispatch.com

Going to the movie today. I want to see it all on the big screen.

I attended Marshall University from 1981-1984. I received a bachelor's degree in education there. Those were wonderful years for me; there I had a sense of freedom. Freedom from the should and should nots of family, from everything that pressured me in former years.

Every year I would join the other students on campus around the Memorial fountain, established for the football team and coaches, who lost their lives as a result of that plane crash, to honor their memory.

My alma matre is on the big screen now!

I am seen through many eyes.
Even the blind see me.
Through me, nothing is impossible.
Many stories come from within me.
Time can hold still, or move at the speed of light.
The unthinkable comes to life in me.
I am a wondrous world full of life, or even death.
Love can rule, and hate fades out of the picture.
Peace can be found throughout and no wars.
It is within me where only I can control; no one else can.
I am a place that no one can take from you.

What am I?

*Give this a try. Let me know in your reply. I'll post the answer by and by...

He has whined and cried all through Christmas. He's spent most of his time under our bed. Bentley has arthritis. He is in some kind of pain again. We went through this with him a while back and the vet. gave me steroids for him; we kept him confined and still for over a week, and he snapped out of it, all but a little wobble as he walked, in his hind legs.

I began weeping a few moments ago because he is weeping. I don't want to have him put to sleep; not yet, not now. Bentley is 10 years old. He has been a most delightful little fellow. Very smart and very beautiful. Big brown eyes that are full of knowing.

During his youthful days, he jumped up and down on those little legs foolishly; of course he wouldn't have known that it would hurt much later. Whenever anyone came by for a visit or whenever anything got him really excited, up and down he'd go on those little legs. I tried to control some of his jumping back then, but it was hard to do. Now he suffers.

Sam believes he may have pulled a muscle in his back somehow because he seems to be walking without much effort. It is that when he moves a certain way, he squeals in pain.

I feel so awful. I also feel guilty because I should have spent more time in training him not to jump and carry on so much. In my own defense though, I tried. Sam spoils every animal he touches and he has spoiled the two we have now--rotten! So, as bad as I feel about Bentley, I hold Sam responsible too, that we didn't do more for him in the way of training early on. This is my take on the thing, and I'm sticking to it.

Bentley's mom and dad were show dogs; he very well could have been. He had all the makings of a show dog. I'm pissed at myself for not insisting we go that route with him.

He's my baby and I love him. I want his pain to go away. I don't want to face having him put to sleep; not just now. Please God, help our Bentley boy to feel better.