#51: I Ain’t Scary
It’s not raining in Brooklyn, but sunlight isn’t exactly flooding though my boudoir windows, either. S’Monday. There’s a long week ahead. There’s a day-job to tend to. It certainly helps a little bit when your best friend wakes you up with something like this in your inbox:
Paul Newman, Cool Hand Luke, 1967. Those who pass through here know of my deep and abiding affections for Paul Newman. These are only enhanced by the presence and/or strumming of the banjo. I’ve written it before and I’ll write it again, Thanks Paul. Happy Monday.