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. . . MY OLD CAR, when the parade passes MY OLD TOWN it's unlikely to elicit as many tears as such episodes in this series as MY OLD SCHOOL, MY OLD MAID or MY OLD MA. (Some guy from my old neighborhood woke me up this morning to discuss details involving jump-starting my old car and driving it away toward where I used to punch the time clock at my old factory, because I had to trade it in for a scab-mobile since my old country cannot produce a dependable automobile any more.) At a time when they've bulldozed my old shopping mall, my old football stadium, my old basketball palace, my old sandlot, my old ball park, my old high school, both of my old factories, both of my old churches and all of my old movie theaters, MY OLD TOWN--with its continual harping on nuclear attacks and the End Times--makes a viewer feel that they've already got at least one foot in my old grave.

My Old Town is a "shortie" they show in-between films on turner classics. A quick little bit on how great it was back in the early 1900s if you were upper middle class and white. The houses are all HUGE, with giant lawns. I'm sure even in those days, there were plenty of poor folk, living in shacks or on farms, scraping to get by. And things sure weren't too good for the African Americans, or any minority. The opening theme is how fun it is to remember the quaint, quiet little towns where we grew up.... and at the last minute, they state that we wouldn't want to go back to those days. The giant plot-hole in this bit is that the narrator doesn't say WHY we wouldn't want to go back to those "good ol days", he just postulates that we wouldn't want to. It's okay, but nothing earthshaking in this one. Probably shown before or after the main event at the Saturday movie house. Written, directed, and produced by John Nesbitt, king of the short films. Died at 49, unknown causes.