Today’s my birthday mon petit fleur – and I have a whole hell of a lot to be happy about. My novel is going to be published (more on that later, as I still don’t quite comprehend what happened), my household is currently full of contentment, and I’m married to a gentleman who has agreed to write a post about this:
It belonged to his uncle, who started his career in film working for the tyrannical genius, Margaret Booth – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.
Around here we handle this shooting script with reverence, but the stories Mr. Lester tells of his family are anything but.
Stay tuned for one of my favorite stories of old Hollywood, and thanks for reading, you are all the delight of the Internet.
Oh, and this is the last post today, I am feeling indolent, you know – turning thirty for the umpteenth time requires so much energy…