1977. 7th grade. I am not sure what the occasion was but, as a reward, one of our teachers ordered a movie for our class to watch. I am sure it was supposed to have been some family comedy. She threaded the movie up on the big projector and began showing it against a screen that had been brought into the room.

But, instead of the family comedy that would have probably featured a man in uniform, a stay-at-home mom, an angelic daughter, an ornery son, and an adorable dog ...

our movie was ...

"Kansas City Bomber" starring Racquel Welch.

It seemed like it took about 20 minutes for the teacher to figure out that it was wrong movie. At that point, having promised a movie and not having anything else planned for class that day, she let us go ahead and watch it.

Oops!