I somehow spent the whole weekend learning about boyhood role models of mine (when I wasn't at Chris and Rae's place).
The Last Dance taught me that Michael Jordan was not satisfied with anything other than first place, no matter the stakes.
The 33 1/3 book on ITAOTS taught me that Jeff Mangum tapped into his emotions in such a way that astounded even his closest friends.
If I had to tell you ONE THING I learned this weekend, based on one docuseries and one book, I'd say that greatness is artistry multiplied by perseverance.
Anyway, Invaders from Mars (1953) stinks.