Dear reader. I love movies. Some of my earliest memories are movie memories — a Kit Kat bar in a theater in Wisconsin, my dad watching Grizzly Adams in the living room, a Bruce Lee poster outside a theater in Escondido my dad would not take me to see. Movies put us places. They have been putting me places for fifty years. This book is about ten of them and what they did to my life. Forrest Gump. Breakfast at Tiffany’s. The Sound of Music. Saving Private Ryan. The Family Man. Casablanca. Weekend at Bernie’s. Rogue One. The Matrix. It’s a Wonderful Life. Ten films. Ten chapters. Ten ways of looking at what it means to be human — love, honor, daydreaming, sacrifice, regret, beauty, illusion, the hard road that turns out to be easy in the only way that matters. The connections in this book are not normal connections. A chapter on Larry Wilson and Richard Parker ends up being about Warren Buffett. A chapter on Audrey Hepburn ends up being about a president saying no in a room where every man in uniform was telling him to say yes. A chapter on Forrest Gump ends up in a parking lot in 1994 and a UFC tunnel a few months later. Trust me. The connections are the gift. The straight line is for people who haven’t learned to fly yet. This book is spilled popcorn and melted chocolate in a creepy chair and someone coughing behind you — and yet the magic lives. That is what every chapter is about. That is also what every life is about. Come watch the movies with me.