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| 2016-08-02 |
| [American Spectator] It is hot. Too hot. I awakened feeling happy, though. Maybe because the conventions are over and I can go back to watching my TCM classic movies and my World War One documentaries. I also just finished watching the greatest western of all time, High Noon. There is a movie about heroism. About manliness. That movie, starring the incomparable Gary Cooper, came out in 1952. It was the first and only movie my father ever took me to by myself, that is, just us two men. I was seven. I saw it on a double bill with the British movie, Breaking The Sound Barrier. I was so happy to be at that movie with my father I didn’t even mind that they didn’t have popcorn at the theater. I think it was "The Playhouse" near 13th and K, maybe a block from McPherson Square. That was a giddy night. Fathers, spend time with your sons. It means a world to them, as far as I could tell. We were up in Sandpoint for about ten days. Wlady was kind enough to post some pictures. It’s more beautiful than ever and the view from my living room -- our living room -- is more spectacular than ever. Early in the morning the lake looks like an immense iceberg, blue and gray and then alive with fire. Like fire on ice. I never tire of it. Of course, we went up to Hills Resort on Priest Lake. That’s about a ninety-minute drive and every time I make that trip I swear it’s too long and I will never do it again, even if it is by the wide Pendoreille River and through the endless forests north of the town of Priest River. But then I open the door to Hills and magic happens. I push open the doors and I am in 1956. It’s an episode of The Twilight Zone. The room is old fashioned, probably never remodeled, with knotty pine paneling and floor to ceiling windows. The diners are respectable, usually families, all looking as if they came from a Saturday Evening Post cover by Rockwell. Outside the windows there are people playing paddle ball and farther towards the lake, volleyball. The waitresses and waiters smile and look happy and are happy. There is a cheery hub bub all about the room. My eyes go out to the marina and then to the boundless Priest Lake. Lengthy, but don't neglect the comments, particular those of 'Bill Hussein O'Stalin' and 'Angry Dad.' |
| Posted by:VFW Quartermaster |
| #2 "We do not have good choices this year. That’s the fact." ***** |
| Posted by: Vast Right Wing Conspiracy 2016-08-02 08:45 |
| #1 Hell wit it, key line is... Until I shoot Frank Miller dead. Now that's a soundtrack. |
| Posted by: Shipman 2016-08-02 02:06 |