Salud, Kids!
As the earth spins and twirls on its axis without a care, gravity pulls at us and things are getting out-of-hand this warm and humid, August.
London is rioting, the stock market is plunging, a heat-wave has gripped half of the United States...yeah, it's getting OUT-OF-CONTROL. Idiot celebrities, real and faux, keep pulling dumb stunts (too many to name, but I know you read about them in the gossip blogs just like I do, don't kid me).
But, let's not talk about all that serious jazz, what do you say? Let's just kick back and roll with it (thank you, Steve Winwood).
The way I hear it, during the REALLY Great Depression, movies became more frivolous and extravagant. Why? Because folks didn't want to plunk down cold cash to see what they were living in real life.
So, let us take a page from history and those zany kids of a depression we don't even want to think about and soothe ourselves with, oh, 200 cigarettes.
What?
Don't go throwing me the squint-eye.
You thought I meant the real ones?
People. Please!
THE MOVIE.
It's fun and full of zany people (just like I like).
See ya 'round the beaches-real or virtual.
Read me fictionally, The Bainbridges of the Palm Beaches, Barnes & Noble, eBooks.
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