Sunday, August 27, 2006

TROTSKY'S HAT

Do you ever think about truth.....I do.....I learned long ago that it was the one thing without which I could not survive....

And yet I run into it so seldom.

What I run into most, amongst those whom I would, ideally, like to respect, is the willingness to accept bolderized versions of the truth, to make life easier.... but for whom? Well, for themselves of course, details are such a bother and might involve an exchange of ideas and an acknowledgement of equality.....

How can we expect nobility of spirit amongst nations, cultures, religions and races if between neighbours we are able to let ourselves accept as truth that which we know to be false.......

Such pedestrian examples of shameful mediocrity are just not on, as they say in jolly old England.

And as to Trotsky's hat, Milan Kundera tells the story better than I, so I'll leave it to him.......but truth is what that's all about as well.....

Truth is a hat...

Thursday, August 17, 2006

Jimmy Stewart's Not My Dad

D'you know.....I was watching TV th'other night.......and what came on but "Mr Hobbs Takes a Vacation" with James Stewart and Maureen O'Hara.....(you know the one.....I'm sure we've watched it together at some point......) and honestly, I was amazed at how much Jimmy Stewart looked like E.M.!! His gestures....his attitude..... his gangley walk..... HIS HAT!!!!! Do you remember Dad's hat? I couldn't believe it....I almost called the whole fam-damnly.

Mom used to talk about how, as a young man....when Dad was in New York .....or Montreal...or where ever....women would swarm him for his autograph.... and he would give it....after a modest protest. For the thought of knowing that those poor misguided girls would get home, look at their autograph albums and wonder who the hell Warmest Regards E.M Tevlin was was too much to resist and would amuse him for days.

Let's not forget those memories eh!

And of course there was the famous "morning after the Press Club Ball episode" with B.J. accosting the G.R.Y.C. commodore and accusing him of being Peter Ustinov....for whose 2nd or 3rd wife I am named....the one who was with her at the convent and hopped the wall to marry him....which reminds me of the Ursulines and another convent wall that I so narrowly escaped........hmmmmmmmmm......... life's still pretty funny ........and pretty good...........