Diary of an adult runaway

OMG! I remember swooning over this when I was 16. I think I'm going to have to go back and watch* The Outsiders and Class and Youngblood. Oh, and Square Dance.

*I think it's probably also high time that I reread S.E. Hinton's magnificent books, even though it breaks my heart to know Sodapop died. I loved that character long before Rob played him. It's also high time to read something that actually captures my imagination~none of the new releases I've tried to get into in the past few weeks have done that. And vale, Arthur Schlesinger, Jr., who wrote one of my all-time favorites, Robert Kennedy And His Times.

Thank you for what you did write, Mr. Schlesinger, and how you made history so real and personal for me. The last page of Robert Kennedy and His Times never fails to make me cry. Okay, let's be honest: sob.

The train arrived in Washington. Night had fallen. Mourners with twinkling candles followed the coffin into Arlington Cemetery. "There was," wrote a grieving Lady Bird Johnson, "a great white moon riding high in the sky." But the cemetery itself was dark and shadowed. The pallbearers, not sure where to place the coffin, walked on uncertainly in the night. Averill Harriman finally said to Stephen Smith, "Steve, do you know where you're going?" Smith said, "Well, I'm not sure." Then Smith said, "I distinctly heard a voice coming out of the coffin saying, "Damn it. If you fellows put me down, I'll show you the way."

I have some Paris photos to upload, I really do, but I keep remembering that I need to do it just as I'm walking out the door each morning. I even have a video of my daily trip around the Arc de Triomphe and as soon as I work out how to upload it, I'll post it. In the meantime, here's something that gave me a giggle this morning: