Roger. Over.
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captainsblogThat week's in the can, and not a moment too soon, as far as I'm concerned. Unlike the one a couple of weeks ago which was just sheer mileage, this one was mostly here in town, but instead of feeling like a lawyer, I have more the sense of accomplishment that a squeegee guy gets after a long week outside the Lincoln Tunnel. I worked hard, I annoyed a lot of people, but in the end I didn't have bloody much to show for it.
Next week should be better.
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Speaking of midtown Manhattan,....
We've been watching a lot of movies in the evenings, mostly from library runs. One I hadn't seen in years was the original Tracy-Hepburn film Woman of the Year. That story has an extra level of bittersweet for me, having nothing to do with the film.
My late sister loved all things cultural, and she often went with a group (from the hospital she worked at for most of her married life) on bus trips into Manhattan to see the latest shows. On only one occasion (I was in between semesters or somesuch), my parents and I got to go with her and that group to see Lauren Bacall in the title role of the Broadway adaptation of the tale- one for which she won a Tony award. I remember it being a long strange trip; we got to the theater district early, stopped in a bar for a hot toddy of some kind, and someone in the party got their pocket picked while we were all waiting. Ultimately, though, we headed over to the Palace and had a perfectly lovely time. I may be the only person alive (other than Lauren Bacall) who associates that role with her more than with Hepburn, but that's on account of the connection it cemented in my memory with another woman who was strong and successful long before that sort of thing was fashionable.
Her oldest daughter signed up for LJ late in '06, and I just discovered this yesterday. We've Friended each others' pages and I hope to see more good writing from her here:)
Next week should be better.
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Speaking of midtown Manhattan,....
We've been watching a lot of movies in the evenings, mostly from library runs. One I hadn't seen in years was the original Tracy-Hepburn film Woman of the Year. That story has an extra level of bittersweet for me, having nothing to do with the film.
My late sister loved all things cultural, and she often went with a group (from the hospital she worked at for most of her married life) on bus trips into Manhattan to see the latest shows. On only one occasion (I was in between semesters or somesuch), my parents and I got to go with her and that group to see Lauren Bacall in the title role of the Broadway adaptation of the tale- one for which she won a Tony award. I remember it being a long strange trip; we got to the theater district early, stopped in a bar for a hot toddy of some kind, and someone in the party got their pocket picked while we were all waiting. Ultimately, though, we headed over to the Palace and had a perfectly lovely time. I may be the only person alive (other than Lauren Bacall) who associates that role with her more than with Hepburn, but that's on account of the connection it cemented in my memory with another woman who was strong and successful long before that sort of thing was fashionable.
Her oldest daughter signed up for LJ late in '06, and I just discovered this yesterday. We've Friended each others' pages and I hope to see more good writing from her here:)
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