
And into the polite chuckles we go.


From the archives:





And here’s Michelle Keegan:





And into the polite chuckles we go.


From the archives:





And here’s Michelle Keegan:




I was re-watching a 1957 movie called 5 Steps To Danger on TCM (Turner Classic Movies), which featured Sterling Hayden and Ruth Roman, and once again was bewitched by Ruth’s low, sexy voice. Her problem was that her face was too similar to Ava Gardner’s, and Gardner already had that space occupied. Still, here she is:



She also had a steaming pair of legs, if that counts:



With all that, it’s still the voice that gets me on my takeoff run. Watch 5 Steps if you can find it — but be warned, the plot is typical of late-50s suspense not directed by Hitchcock, i.e. awful and cheesy. She makes it worthwhile, though.
The Porsche 917.
Back story, the story itself, and aftermath, all brilliantly told in less than half an hour.
Superb.





If you’re one of those souls who can’t finish till you’re drained the dregs, well, this is your time.

Yer welcome.
I don’t know how I missed this, but it appears that Lynda Carter is no longer married:

…and I think she lives somewhere around Dallas.
Too bad that I’m still married.
And anyway, there’s that restraining order from a while back…
Arrived in Orofino ID last night, checked into hotel. Went out to dinner, was reminded that “Orofino” and “fine dining” are antithetical concepts and should never be used in the same paragraph let alone sentence.
Tomorrow’s weather forecast is British, i.e. miserable, cold, rainy and muddy, but I’ll survive, by huddling in Reader&Friend Mark’s yooge Texas truck sucking down — fuck me, I forgot to pack both the gin and the Southern Comfort.
I’m getting too old for this foolishness, but maybe a boomer or two will cheer me up. That’s always worked in the past…