The Outsiders

I just watched Francis Ford Coppola's "The Outsiders" for the first time. I thought I had read the novel before, but aside from a slight familiarity with the characters' names, I didn't recognize the plot. So perhaps I haven't read the book? The film was dark and gritty, and I felt like I could smell the smoke and taste the dirt - proof of Coppola's talents as a director (as if we needed any).

Our lives are a series of choices - doesn't matter if you're a greaser or a Soc.

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

- Robert Frost

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