The año 2001 was a rather strange and sad year, generally, with the dearth of decent movies, the horrifically freaky events of 9/11/01's attacks on the WTC Towers in NYC, and, also for me and my family, the passing of my father in late January of that año after a long illness.

Now for the crux of my essay:

That year, I had the great fortune and honor, courtesy of some old friends of mine down in the Big Apple, to attend a special 40th-year-anniversary screening of West Side Story, at NYC's renowned Radio City música Hall.

In mid-August of 2001, I'd just come inicial from an eye-dilation examination...