Shadows on the Wall

A teenage version of me unexpectedly introduced himself on Thanksgiving. A fellow alum of mine blasted out a digital version of an 8mm film the Gonzaga German Club made during our time there. I watched it for the first time in over forty years with my wife and my son.

It was a silent, black and white melodrama, with the title cards in German. I struggled to read the faded words and translate them, but it was almost unnecessary. The campy humor and nostalgia came through loud and clear.

Our Germ...