About this Monkey Tale
Submitted by John Grgurich
One perfectly pleasant evening, sitting around with my wife and her family in a small, Mid-Atlantic town, I was on my second Golden Monkey of the evening when the conversation turned toward the "Star Wars" prequels: "The Phantom Menace," "Attack of the Clones," and "Revenge of the Sith." I'm an unabashed fan of these films and a staunch defender of George Lucas in this regard. Many, however, are not.
As the abuse toward these films piled up in the back-and-forth, I found myself getting more and more, well, defensive about them. But that didn't stop my wife's family from continuing to pile on. In fact, I think it only encouraged them. At a certain point, I simply got up, strode out the door, and proceeded to walk five miles home in the dark.
At some juncture on the walk I called my wife, who hadn't even realized I'd left. Perhaps she too went a Monkey too far. This is all very unlike me, I should mention, and I place the blame squarely on the shoulders of a certain shiny primate's (cough, cough, Golden Monkey), "added spice"—whatever that might be—oh, and Ron Barchet. Love you and love Golden Monkey!