Birthday

"Today is the birthday of a great man," as my father Russell would say of his own on August 4th, always adding "with all due modesty." In this case, me. I spent it at Point Dume Beach in Malibu, California reading Hemingway's A Moveable Feast. I looked for a place to sit on the rocks and found the niche occupied by a large Norway rat. I moved accordingly. That would have implications of Stephen King for some, but not me. We've got quite a rat problem here in SoCal this year. More indications of the Warm World that is upon us. That and my first movie experience was as playing a maintenence man in Graveyard Shift.