From “The Day After” to 9/11
tags: tv movies, tv history, events
In November 1983, I was seven years old. I was in a school play at my private school about the life and works of Walt Disney, and I was playing Peter Pan. It was the first time I had ever acted in anything, but this story is not about being bitten by “the acting bug” as James Lipton would call it.
I remember after one performance (or maybe it was a rehearsal), my father said he was in a rush to get home. My father was the most charming, most sociable person I’ve ever known. It was simply unlike him to rush out of any social gathering, particularly one related to theater (he himself having been an actor who had once moved to LA to become a movie star). What could possibly have compelled him to zip past the comraderie of post-rehearsal off hours? Only a very urgent appointment, indeed.
The appointment, as I recall vividly, was meeting his friend Anna and her son Brian as the four of us (my brother and sister were far too young, and my mother must have been out of town, in school or working) watched the ABC movie of the week The Day After.
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