My old flames
My old flame
I can't even think of his name
But it's funny now and then
How my thoughts go flashing back again
To my old flame
Billie Holiday's song was at the back of my mind as I watched Sean Connery in Dr. No on TCM, his first Bond movie that I had not seen since it was released--when it made a great impression on me at about age 11.
I had a crush on him, but I'm sure I did not know then that he was 32 years old at the time. I didn't realize it till now, when Wikipedia assured me that he has just turned 89.
He does seem like an old flame, though I most definitely CAN think of his name--thank you, Sir Thomas Sean Connery--for 57 years of a one-sided, long-distance relationship.
Another old flame, Clint Eastwood, won my heart even earlier. I remember watching him as Rowdy Yates in Rawhide, my favorite Western. Wikipedia assures me that it began airing in late January, 1959, when I would have been only 7 years old, but I probably began watching it later than that. I had buried till just now memories revived by Wikipedia that could explain my attraction to the show (other than Clint, of course). It was a regular Western Gothic at times, airing "curiously "spooky" tales for a bustling dusty cattle drive" about ghost steers and ghost towns, curses, ghostly riders. This Gothic strain also runs through Clint's spaghetti Westerns, which I adored. So there it is--my longest-running crush is now also 89 years old.
So, Sean and Clint--we'll never meet, but maybe it's better that way.
I can't even think of his name
But it's funny now and then
How my thoughts go flashing back again
To my old flame
Billie Holiday's song was at the back of my mind as I watched Sean Connery in Dr. No on TCM, his first Bond movie that I had not seen since it was released--when it made a great impression on me at about age 11.
I had a crush on him, but I'm sure I did not know then that he was 32 years old at the time. I didn't realize it till now, when Wikipedia assured me that he has just turned 89.
He does seem like an old flame, though I most definitely CAN think of his name--thank you, Sir Thomas Sean Connery--for 57 years of a one-sided, long-distance relationship.
Another old flame, Clint Eastwood, won my heart even earlier. I remember watching him as Rowdy Yates in Rawhide, my favorite Western. Wikipedia assures me that it began airing in late January, 1959, when I would have been only 7 years old, but I probably began watching it later than that. I had buried till just now memories revived by Wikipedia that could explain my attraction to the show (other than Clint, of course). It was a regular Western Gothic at times, airing "curiously "spooky" tales for a bustling dusty cattle drive" about ghost steers and ghost towns, curses, ghostly riders. This Gothic strain also runs through Clint's spaghetti Westerns, which I adored. So there it is--my longest-running crush is now also 89 years old.
So, Sean and Clint--we'll never meet, but maybe it's better that way.