In January 1989, my late father took me to see, "Lawrence of Arabia," at the historic Senator Theater in Baltimore, Md, and that was it.

To say cinema is the other love of my life would be an understatement. At this point, it’s an obsession—especially as theaters close and the specter of “HAL-9000” looms over human creativity.

For much of my adult life, I procrastinated. I carried pain I’ll talk about someday. But when March 2020 arrived, it woke me up to why I was put on this Earth.

To be part of a worldwide community of artists fighting to preserve the greatest art form humanity has ever created.

Cinema is music. Painting. Poetry. Theater. Performance. Visual effects wizardry. All of it fused into a singular, transcendent experience—greater than the sum of its parts.

And yes, as quixotic as it may be, I’m chasing those windmills.

We’ve got cinema to save.

This is my hill to die on.

I know I’m not alone.

God bless.