Sometimes when the world gets too much for me to stand I escape into the movies. Tonight it is "The Godfather: Part II." It is the rare exception that proves the rule that the sequel can be as good or even better than the classic original. So far I have only watched the first few minutes, where the young Vito Corleone has seen his brother and mother shot to death in front of him. He arrives in NYC alone, sailing past the Statue of Liberty and going through customs not knowing a word of English. Damn, I love this country ;-)