One night, in the summer of 2002, a 10 or 11 year-old me — along with my older siblings and next-door neighbors — plopped down on one of the chairs in my parents’ basement for a movie night.
That night’s movie: The Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring. It was a VHS edition and, before then, I had never read or really knew of J.R.R. Tolkien’s magnum opus. All I can recall is seeing the poster months before at the former Milford Showcase Cinemas (or the same lot where ShopRite is today) and being intrigued by the two giant statues — which are the Argonaths on the River Anduin.
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