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Pastimes : Let's Talk About Our Feelings!!! -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: epicure who wrote (100971)	4/11/2005 8:36:49 PM
From: ManyMoose	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 108807

Don't call on Heaven, or on Hell. You're dead. That's it. Adieu. Farewell. Eternity awaits? Oh, sure! It's Putrefaction and Manure And unrelenting Rot, Rot, Rot, As you regress from Zoo. to Bot. I'll Grieve, of course, Departing wife, Though Grieving's never Lengthened Life Or coaxed a single extra Breath Out of a Body touched by Death. I find a clue to the rest of the book in the words capitalized here. Not wife, the object of the Valediction. Putrefaction. Manure. Rot. Body. Death. Grieving. Those are capitalized. I'm on Chapter 5 now. I like the writing. It's very crisp. Not Hemingway-like, but terse. Efficient. Thanks for the new recommendations. I'll check out the links.

To: epicure who wrote (100971)	4/11/2005 9:01:10 PM
From: ManyMoose	Respond to of 108807

We shall see. (after checking the links.) I'm on a bit of a high right now, just having watched a movie that was filmed in 1952, when I was a child (8 years old). It's "Red Skies of Montana," with Richard Widmark and Richard Boone. It's special to me because I remember watching them film some of it near my home in Missoula. It's a story about Smoke Jumping, which was developed in Missoula during the war. The airfield in the film was the same one I took my very first plane ride from, which was later razed and the land used to build the high school where I spent four years. I recognized the topography, the mountains and hills around home. I recognized the old Ford Tri-Motor plane, the very same one that I waited expectantly for them to fly over all the schools in the city every year, signalling that spring was near. It was always a thrill. There's no sound like a Ford Tri-Motor. I've been inside that plane. It does not look like it would actually fly. It looks more like a tin sheep barn, but for many years it was one of the best planes for dropping smoke jumpers because it flew low and slow. I knew the man after whom the character Widmark played was patterned. He died young. Very young. Hollywood spoiled the fire scenes for those of us who have actually experienced and fought forest fires. They injected a lot of crap into it, like explosions of a sort that never happen. Like frantic action and exclamations that you never see in real life. Like Richard Widmark talking on a walkie talkie that was the size of a breadbox to Richard Boone, who was in an airplane and used a bull-horn. The smokejumper scenes were well-done. The memories were fantastic. This is only the second time I've seen the movie, with more than 50 years between. I'm glad somebody on eBay had it for sale.