C and I went to see Charlie Wilson's War tonight. Wow, talk about the law of unintended consequences . . .
Except for the bogus southern accents, this movie is everything a movie should be. Go see it. Take your copy of The Fifth Discipline Fieldbook with you when you go. Man . . .
(BTW, it's rated R . . . if you're squeamish about the F-word, don't go; or if you go, don't blame me.)