Good morning, all! I'm moving rather slowly this morning, I'm embarassed to say, but I notice it didn't stop me from saying it.
I thought "Desperate Housewives" was a hoot. It brought back so many memories of the suburbia of my 50s childhood:
Connie & Donnie's alcoholic mother and her numerous one-night boyfriends.
The mysterious suicide of the mother of one of my friends in 5th grade; my memory is that he found her hanging in the garage on returning from school.
The hot married bodybuilder across the street who moved away after his affair with either the neighbor lady or my mother (the gossip on this is too indefinite but highly fascinating) came to light.
The day Chris Rothermel, my brother Tom, and I discovered the half-burnt pornographic polaroids of Mr & Mrs Hardy in their back yard barbecue pit.
Some day I'll write a book, but Dear Friend BK's are a tough act to follow!
Everyone's scored high on the animal star listings before me, and I'd forgotten some I loved, like Asta and Cleo. I guess my favorite has to be Old Yeller, because the trauma of his death still prevents me from watching the film again. I feel the same about the moving AU REVOIR LES ENFANTS.
