A Happy Post: Indiana Jones

I’ve got a lot of posts on the way that make me sound more jaded than ever. Instead of putting up one of those posts where I wine about how fruitless and pointless it is to be a submissive male, I thought I’d share something that I’m actually excited about. Something to be positive about.

Later this month I’ll be sitting in a theater with a few friends watching the latest Indiana Jones movie.

There’s been a lot of talk about the latest movie, some of the hype is that it won’t be as good as any of the other Indy movies. That might be true. Looking at the trailer I still get a bit of a silly grin on my face in anticipation. Good or bad, I’m sure I’ll enjoy it.

I remember the first time I saw Indiana Jones. It was my 10th birthday party. My parents had rented a VCR player and one movie. Raiders Of The Lost Ark. After seeing it I was running around with a whip in my hand (yes we had a whip, hey we had cows!) and screaming the theme at the top of my lungs.

For months and months I played Indiana Jones. Jumping on haystacks, swinging from the beams in the barn, setting up booby-traps in the woods then walking through the woods as though I was on the hunt for some ancient treasure. I bought all of the choose-your-own-adventure Indy books and would get into fights with my friends over who was better Han Solo or Indiana Jones.

I saved up my allowance for almost a year to buy the ultimate prize.


It was an official Indiana Jones hat. There was even a picture of Indy on the inside of the hat. I wore that thing constantly. I even rolled it in the dirt so it would look like I had been through many crazy adventures.

I lost the hat 11 years ago in a big flood. I lost everything I own but that hat was probably the biggest loss.

I went from wanting to be a superhero to wanting to go into archaeology. Not the kind that spend all of their time digging up bones, but the kind that saves the world from the evil Nazis.

A few months ago I introduced the trilogy to a friend who hadn’t seen any of them. “You’ve never seen them?” I asked almost soiling myself in shock. She loved them and will be one of the friends that will be sitting next to me when we see the latest installment.

I know when I see the new one I’ll love it no matter how good or bad it is. I know that when I’m sitting in that theater I’ll forget about everything that sucks for just a little while. I’ll be 10 years old all over again.