The wife, watching the boob tube, just yelled from the front room that
Alice Faye has died.
Gee. She was the first movie star I fell in love with. I was 9 or 10
years old and the movie was ALEXANDER'S RAGTIME BAND. That was a
three-hanky movie for me back then.
Rather morbid thoughts of mortality bring to mind what a friend told me
about why us older folks today don't get on too well with the younger.
"What makes the younger generation cry, makes us laugh. What makes them
laugh, makes us cry."
I don't think the younger generation would get a whole lot from watching
Alice Faye movies, and, to be fair, with rather good reasons. But for
those who lived the times, there is much to be reaped there.
A popular WWII song went:
"We'll meet again
 Don't know where
 Don't know when
 But I know we'll meet again
 Some sunshiny day."
Pretty prosaic for today, but when wives and mothers were watching their
uniformed young men departing on the train for the war, it was pretty
potent stuff.
I'm meandering. (sigh).
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 X SLMR 2.1a X I ain't seen no ghosts. You seen any ghosts?
--- Maximus 3.01
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