The other day I watched Papillion, starring Steve McQueen and Dustin Hoffman, on my little TV. I vividly recall buying this book at Leonardo da Vinci International Airport in Rome in the summer of 1971, picking the paperback off a wire-frame book rack, then reading it cover to cover over the next few days. At the time, through the lens of a 16-year old, the story seemed adventuresome and exciting and I enjoyed the movie, too, when I saw it perhaps 10 years later. But this time it was more depressing than epic, a story too closely paralleling my own, a life squandered in the bowels of an oppressive prison system. Instead of inspiring, the movie was just sad. Funny what 30 years of experience can do to your perspective...
That's all for now, Sis (no new death warrants, knock on wood).