The gilt-edged frame around Syl's movie poster tricked the eye -- turned it into a marquee when the sun struck at a certain angle, as it did now, adding a dose of reassurance to the otherwise unacceptable. Not only was it improper, it was taboo. Wrong
That was not how either of them saw it, of course. But other people, whoever they were. Well.
If you’re reading this website, think of me as a troubadour standing on the street corner, strumming a guitar and singing a few songs. Not everyone who comes this way is able to make contribution. But if you’re one of the passers-by who can, then feel free to drop a little spare change in my hat by clicking either the Donate or the Become a Patron button below. Thank you!
To be notified of new posts to this blog
OTHER GREAT WEB SITES & BLOGS I ENJOY:
Ann Cavitt Fisher
Brain Pickings - Maria Popova