By Jane Schapiro
Truth is he didn’t want to go back in but The Towering Inferno haunted him. He was standing half-dazed by the bombed-out ruin when Richard Chamberlain flashed through his mind. Over and over scenes replayed until he told himself I am not like him and climbed five floors to help save a man. He hadn’t known this Hollywood film had embedded in him. Preserved through the years, it had lain like a forgotten scent, waiting for its perfect cue. Who can predict what will rise from the rubble? It was his wife who had picked the video. He remembers that night— he had settled back with a can of beer and looked forward to an escape.
Photo by Jakob Owens