1) It must be Whore with a Heart of Gold Day here at Maison Robaire, as I’ve gotten through Camille with Greta Garbo and Shanghai Express with Marlene Dietrich and Anna Mae Wong. The logical next step is Stagecoach with Claire Trevor, but I’m not sure I’ll take it.
2) This is my Traditional Day of Rest before the onset of Reunions, so I’m not going into the office. As it happens, my new neighbor is coming to pay a call at 3, so I have some important cleaning to do.
3) Kid Sister has been texting me photos of the house staged for the estate sale (end of June) and of a few surprises along the way. One of them floored me: the LP of Joan Crawford’s Torch Song (with vocals by India Adams, of course)! What on EARTH were my parents doing with that? It must have been a gift. Daddy once told me he didn’t much like Joan Crawford, though he had Humoresque among his DVDs.
3a) Why didn’t my father and I bond more over the movies? We were both interested in the same period, and in some of the same films. I suppose he was far more interested in Westerns and war movies, and I’m more inclined to murder, musicals, and “women’s pictures” as they were called. Frederic March was one of his favorite actors, and he introduced me to both Seven Days in May and Inherit the Wind.
