A Need For Each Other Anytime

Tonight, Pete and I had dinner with Pete's friend Angela who lives in Los Angeles and takes care of a blind friend in Allentown. Angela's so stressed she may snap like a twig underfoot if something doesn't change. By the time we were finished eating, I said, "Pookie, you are too nice. What you need is a club. When people steal $10,000 from your blind friend, you club them. Bonk! Discipline is crucial at this age." Still being too nice, Angela said, "You have to understand they're genuinely stupid. They're not malicious." I said, "I don't have to understand anything about thieving relatives. If they steal again, will you call the cops?" I mention this because one day I was avoiding doing something about something really important when I found this gorgeous image of Russ Tamblyn sailing through the air. See, I remember Russ Tamblyn most vividly as the odd doctor on Twin Peaks, and despite my early fixation on Hollywood musicals, I had forgotten Tamblyn in West Side Story. That brought me up short. Sometimes, you remember how things turned out and not so much where they started.

Her birthday's coming up. Can you get a club monogrammed?