I thought I was going to lay low blog-wise while I was recuperating, but I had to blurt this one out. First a disclaimer; Dusty Anderson (model who married a… Read more Fever dreams and fiction, my film world…and the fridge →
“Ordinarily I was not a morning drinker. The Southern California climate is too soft for it. You don’t metabolize fast enough.” Raymond Chandler
Frankly, it never occurred to me to drink in the morning. There have been times when I wished I could feel some kind of release in alcohol, but I don’t.… Read more “Ordinarily I was not a morning drinker. The Southern California climate is too soft for it. You don’t metabolize fast enough.” Raymond Chandler →
Frankly, my Angels, Spring is a rough time of year for me. Many years ago my father suffered a fatal heart attack while we were living in London. One of… Read more A love resurrection… →
Poppets, there are just some days of the year when I go limp. Really. I don’t move much. I’m glummer than hell, bordering on teary, and because my natural state… Read more Downer day at Beguiling Hollywood, in which we contemplate death and the passing of friends →
In memory – there are no words to contain the sorrow of Connecticut.