I have recently been reading a book entitled “Actually Factually: Mind-Blowing Myths, Muddles and Misconceptions”, by Guy Campbell. I have to say that I can’t put the damn thing down. It is full of all the old wives tales you have heard since childhood and the book sets out to tell you if they are true or not.
Afriend of my daughters was at a loss for someone to look after her 6 year old, after being let down at the last minute. Having no major plans for the day I volunteered my services. I was met with laughter from my daughter who wanted to know how I would entertain a 6 year old on the spare of the moment.
About 20 years ago now, I was riding on the subway on a normal day going to do some shopping on a day off work. It was about this time of year, so I was probably going to do some early Christmas shopping. I came up the escalator handed in my ticket to the ticket collector and walked out into the bright sunshine outside. As I turned left out of the station heading down towards the shops is when I saw her.
The world has had some great actors over the years. These actors have made great films and become huge superstars. Occasionally an actor comes along who surpasses all that and becomes like a favourite uncle you only ever see once or twice a year. To me, Paul Newman was such a person. I never met him except in films like; Butch Cassidy, Cool Hand Luke and who can forget his portrayal of Fast Eddie Felson. He was, in a similar way to people like James Dean, an anti-hero. He brought a wry impertinence to the roles he played and people liked his anti-authoritarian spirit.
Iwatched an old film tonight with Walter Matthau and Ossie Davis. The film focuses on Nat (Matthau), a cantankerous Jew, and Midge Carter (Davis), a feisty African-American, who spend their days sitting on a bench in Central Park. They both mask the realities of aging by sharing the tall tales that Nat spins. The film deals with the difficulties of dealing with adult children who think they know what’s best for their aging parents.