“Tall, aren’t you?” she said.
“I didn’t mean to be.”
Her eyes rounded. She was puzzled. She was thinking. I could see, even on that short acquaintance, that thinking was always going to be a bother to her.”
ha-ha-ha! I LOVE THE VIDEO, wherever did you find it?! I reminds me of our daily safety tips at work – DAILY!
Ann – teens who do dress up are only marginally better. I love the cute little ones but I think they all went to the mall this year.
Chandlers lived in a house around the corner from Cal Tech, too, at least that was one of their houses. It’s a super ’70s MOdern POS that provides a huge-no- off the hook contrast to the rest of the houses in the cul-de-sac.
It’s 11:30 and I have another trick or traitor! How does this stop again? Do I gotta make a sign?
“Without a husband to love, Mrs. Liberace lavished all her affections on the children. Lee, as she calls him, had to be a substitute for everything that frustrated women missed in her life. And he responded to that adoration from his mother so naturally that it was inevitable, in the end, that his greatest appeal on television should be to the millions of middle-aged women who saw him as a kind of combination son and lover.”
- From Top Secret magazine 1959-
I’m late to this party, PA. Your shots are incredible. (Those eyes!!!!!) I don’t know why I can’t get the video to work but I’m still marveling at the two photos. Puzzling and melancholy. I love that combo.
Oh gosh darn it! My internet connection was dead all weekend and I missed all this Raymond Chandler cornucopia. He is one of my favorite writers. It’s amazing to me how he managed to write noir in a land consistently drowned in sunlight. California Noir it is.
Good image, bad Chandler. How dare you.
“Tall, aren’t you?” she said.
“I didn’t mean to be.”
Her eyes rounded. She was puzzled. She was thinking. I could see, even on that short acquaintance, that thinking was always going to be a bother to her.”
Those eyes in the fence…
Raymond Chandler lived in the Bonnie Brea Pico Union area of Los Angeles. Didn’t you do a project in that area?
I found this out from this page
http://homepage.mac.com/llatker/residences.html
Ah, the transition from Halloween to Xmas tree lot. Was that any relation to Tovah with a walk through in the video?
Happy Halloween!
It was fun watching the video. I don’t get many kids in my neighborhood anymore. Mostly teenagers who don’t dress up.
ha-ha-ha! I LOVE THE VIDEO, wherever did you find it?! I reminds me of our daily safety tips at work – DAILY!
Ann – teens who do dress up are only marginally better. I love the cute little ones but I think they all went to the mall this year.
Chandlers lived in a house around the corner from Cal Tech, too, at least that was one of their houses. It’s a super ’70s MOdern POS that provides a huge-no- off the hook contrast to the rest of the houses in the cul-de-sac.
It’s 11:30 and I have another trick or traitor! How does this stop again? Do I gotta make a sign?
Ps. Vic’s recording is fabu—grrrreat.
And another thing… LIVERACHEE!
“Without a husband to love, Mrs. Liberace lavished all her affections on the children. Lee, as she calls him, had to be a substitute for everything that frustrated women missed in her life. And he responded to that adoration from his mother so naturally that it was inevitable, in the end, that his greatest appeal on television should be to the millions of middle-aged women who saw him as a kind of combination son and lover.”
- From Top Secret magazine 1959-
BARF!
RC at his best. thanks.
I’m late to this party, PA. Your shots are incredible. (Those eyes!!!!!) I don’t know why I can’t get the video to work but I’m still marveling at the two photos. Puzzling and melancholy. I love that combo.
Oh gosh darn it! My internet connection was dead all weekend and I missed all this Raymond Chandler cornucopia. He is one of my favorite writers. It’s amazing to me how he managed to write noir in a land consistently drowned in sunlight. California Noir it is.