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Good movie trumps seat beside slurping, popcorn-munching neighbor

Mary and I aren’t what you would call moviegoers. 

From our first date in 1976 and currently closing in on nearly 49 years of marriage in 2026, we have seen maybe four movies, and No. 4 happened on New Year’s Day. 

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