Memoirous

The Last Blockbuster ever anywhere. Wow, it sounds like extinction. This is a documentary streaming on Netflix that I came across the other night. It was a program of hope—that this place has survived—and of nostalgia—its fame and renown has only increased with the distinction of being the last. It also seemed a bit lonely, no other mate in order to procreate. Also there is the hint in the show that they, too, might be shut down, refranchised at the end of their contract. For now, Bend, OR has the only known Blockbuster in existence. The doc also brought up memories. I remembered me and my husband walking to the Blockbuster on Argyle, to a strip mall in Little Saigon, to pick up a couple of videos. This is the square bulky thing. It was hard to choose from among all the new releases—and, though we were assured of numerous copies, there was still a scarcity. We waited around hoping someone might drop off the one I wanted to see. Mike’s preferences were art house so those were usuall...