A Brief Packer Encounter

Now that football season has begun, and the Green Bay Packers have won their first game, it's time to share my low brush with fame and my close encounter with the celebrated team.

Late 9/11 Thoughts: Lower Manhattan's Fall Carnival

Nine years after 9-11, and on what, according to the New York Times is the most inharmonious commemoration in the near-decade since, I had to take a moment out of a very busy weekend to give space to my own thoughts on the anniversary.

I was a witness to the event, watching down Fifth Avenue as in a walking dream from the relative safety of midtown on a clear, crisp day as the towers burned and fell.   I spent the day with co-workers trying to make sense out the events, listening as the scrambled jets flew over my city, trying with some difficulty to contact my children in New Jersey and family members around the country.  I slept in my office floor that night when the subway back to Brooklyn was suspended.

Sherlock Holmes Alpha Omega

The other night my son and I attended the 20th anniversary meeting of the Epilogues of Sherlock Holmes, a Scion Society of the Baker Street Irregulars, based in Chatham, NJ.  We have not been members for 20 years--only about three--but there was a terrific turnout of members new and old and a fine evening was had by all.

Sydney Paget's famous imagining of Sherlock Holmes

The evening's subject was the beginning and the end of Sherlock Holmes.

7AM FILM FEST: Touch of Evil (1958)

I've been taking advantage of this lull in my "career" to catch up with movies I've backlogged in my own personal DVD queue (whether via Netflix or movies I own).  After walking the dog, returning from a run or boot camp, I've been using the remaining early morning hours to watch a movie while the rest of the house sleeps.   I call it my 7AM Film Fest.  My fellow filmgoers are Bob, the cat, and Rita, the dog.

Orson Welles, Victor Millan, Joseph Calleia, and Charlton Heston

Recently I watched Touch of Evil (1958).  Orson Welles' strange, stylized, accidental, uber-noir classic about a crooked American cop, Hank Quinlan (Welles himself at his most bloated) in a tug-of-war with an idealistic Mexican federal investigator, Miguel "Mike" Vargas (Charlton Heston, defining upright, and in a 20th-century wardrobe) over the supposed guilt or innocence of a suspect and a murder trail that crosses back and forth between the US and Mexican sides of the fictional border town of "Los Robles."