Originally Posted Thursday, March 14, 2013
He gives me good advice. . . and lots of bad advice, too, which it more fun for him (he told me to start the old blog). He tells me to jump, that the water is deep, then when I land on my head and stove in my neck, he laughs and says, "Well, not here." But he's willing to drive me to the hospital in the end, which is something.
Last night, after "Memoirs of a Geisha," I turned over to the second half of "Tombstone." What a wonderful movie. . . if you only watch the parts with Val Kilmer playing Doc Holiday. I own the DVD. I'm sure I do. Or maybe an old videotape. But I remember fast forwarding through the movie once and only watching Val Kilmer's parts. He deserves a lifetime Oscar for that performance alone.
C.C. and I have traded those lines back and forth for years.
"I'll be your Daisy," one of us will say in a southern accent. I'm not sure exactly what the line means which makes it all the more powerful for I know it means something.
Last night, I watched the part where the Earp clan had been attacked, the youngest brother killed, the oldest brother disabled. Wyatt decides to become the wrath of God and goes on a rampage. But. . . there is Johnny Ringo who is after Wyatt's blood. Wyatt knows he can't beat Ringo in a gunfight, and Doc the Lunger is going to stand in the way.
"Why you doing this," one of the posse asks Holiday who is sicker than sick with T.B.
"Because Wyatt is my friend," he says.
"Hell. . . I have lots of friends," says the deputy.
"I don't," says Doc.
That's the way I feel.
Anyway, tonight I watched the BBC series "Sherlock." C.C. got me into it, and boy is it fun. That's it. Nothing more. It's just the way it is. Thanks, pal.
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