Good morning, all! When the alarm rang this morning, I was in another "lost" dream: driving around in a car with no sense of directon, following an earlier dream involving a bus ride and a lunch hour.
This afternoon, my Mac Man comes back to help me with a hard drive backup and to repair my disabled Stuffit Expander. He was due last week and forgot about me. I put him on hold until today because I had to finish up the chart for BK and at the time DR Jose was still planning a trip south for Mother's Day.
Speaking of DR Jose, I hope to have dinner with him this evening.
TOD: I don't recall any shocking films until the 1970s, but I do remember the shock that I and my friends had as we literally ran from REFLECTIONS IN A GOLDEN EYE, which we thought at the time was the worst film we'd ever seen. Carson McCullers never misses the chance to pile the southern gothic absurdities a bit much for me, and I don't think she's at her best here. Give me MEMBER OF THE WEDDING and THE HEART IS A LONELY HUNTER.