This, That, and the Other Thing

I spent the past couple of days working on the Tuxedo Junction Newsletter for June. I issue it on the 15th of each month to avoid the deluge of online publications that seems to happen around the 1st of each month.

Today, I can relax. Not that I don't have plenty of things to do. But everything can wait. It's a good day for walking, maybe along the beach, and watching old movies on TV.

Last night, I watched part of one of Clint Eastwood's spaghetti westerns. As one who saw many, many westerns on Saturday afternoons at the Roxy, our neigborhood theater in Berwyn, Ill., where I grew up in the late 1940s and early 1950s, Clint Eastwood's westerns seem to be a few notches above the rest.

Ironically, I grew tired of westerns in the mid-1950s when I began going out with girls. And in the late 1950s, when so many TV shows were westerns, I really got sick of them.

But Clint Eastwood's western, dubbed "spaghetti westerns," because they were made in Italy or Spain, intrigued me. I became a fan of his and have remained so over the years. I think I have seen every Clint Eastwood film.

"Play Misty for Me," which came out in 1971, is one of my favorite movies of all time. Clint plays a jazz deejay in the Moneterey-Carmel area, one of the most beautiful places on earth. I haven't been up there for a long, long time. Maybe I'll go back this year. Jessica Walters was as scary as hell in that film. Donna Mills played Clint's girlfriend. I think it was her first film. I remembered Jessica Walters from "The Group." Every time I have seen her in films since "Play Misty for Me," she has scared the hell our of me just thinking about her "Misty" character.

I know, they're only movies....

Now its getting close to 11 a.m., so I think I'll watch the news for a few minutes and then catch a movie on TCM.