Roger Deserves My Love

I have come to love Roger Federer.  Finally, and with no regrets or reservations.  And, I'm not going to attribute it to his being, for this generation of tennis greats, the "last man standing."  I am not going to say I love him after I've already tossed a lot of my love to the sexy Spaniard and the commanding Serb.  He deserves his own place. I love Roger for being that "other guy" who captures your heart in the end.

How long can the champ with the steadfast wife and two sets of adorable twins keep it going?  I say as long as he wants.  And I'll be cheering for him.  I admit I didn't get up at 1:30 a.m. to watch the entire final.  But I did turn on in time to see the decisive fifth set.

Too Long?

The long running series Longmire kept me company during those freezing days when I was grateful I didn't have to go anywhere.  So maybe it was just the thaw yesterday that allowed me to be so annoyed with the show when I got around to watching the final episode.

Walt, Vic and Henry are such well drawn characters.  My disappointment is with the writers who didn't give them what they deserved.  This comes up frequently.  Maybe there should be a cut off date for how long a series should run. 

Of course my friends who watched every episode of Seinfeld, Friends and Sex in the City (and are still watching reruns) would disagree.

My friend Barb says I might enjoy reading the Longmire books.  When I checked I discovered there were sixteen of them.   

I think I'll reluctantly say goodbye.

The Sound and the Fury

I went to see "Molly's Game" yesterday. About halfway, the sound track went all fuzzy and cracked so my friend and I decided to accept the refund and leave.  Please don't tell me how it ends because I intend to go back and see it again soon.

Which reminds me of my great "movie interruptus" story.  It was the day after Thanksgiving at a small theater in Detroit.  The film was "The English Patient" and the place was packed.  Just at the crucial scene of the girl left in the cave, the sound sputtered and died.  People started to hiss and boo.  The manager asked everyone to be "patient."  Some left, some stayed.

Shortly, a man stood and said: "As long as we're waiting, why don't I tell a few jokes?"  His wife(?) pulled at him: "Seymour, no one wants to hear your silly jokes!"  The audience disagreed and gave him a big cheer.

Years later I got to meet Anthony Minghella.  I tried to tell him the story but he was definitely not amused.  I should have known better. No matter how many awards you win, you never want your great creation to be disturbed in any way.

Never Give Up

Imagine All The People

Living Life in Peace

Happy New Year