Scene: Mamie, standing in blustering wind in a Midwestern, middle-class cul-de-sac with baggage strewn around their van, is watching Solly, up on a stool outside on the passenger side, fiddling with the car-top carrier’s attachment to the roof rack. Mamie (hands at waist, elbows out): Solly, what’s happening here? Have you lost your mind? Solly... Read More