|Strother Martin, Robert Ryan and others from the cast of THE WILD BUNCH.|
They attended a daytime revival showing with re-mastered print of Sam Peckinpah's THE WILD BUNCH, visited the art deco confines of the Wiltern Theater to see, to hear Nina Simone, basked on Molokai and shopped for books at the Tate Modern. If his father were here, I know he would, as I do, remember that first October 27 as the most pivotal moment in our lives. He is not here but standing in for him is a most agreeable, intelligent and generous step-mother with whom he has coffee every Sunday morning. We can never have too many people who love us.
Here is an earlier birthday post, revisited.
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Happy Birthday, John Cleese, and others
The day a first child, any child, only child, is born remains a day of increase, of expansion and joy. Today is my son's birthday, a date he shares with, among others, Monty Python's John Cleese and, as he is called, Wales' greatest poet, Dylan Thomas.
Today I celebrate his humor, a sharp skill at mimicry, a mostly philosophical nature that helps carry us both through trying times. I celebrate his resilience, his capacity for appreciating the good that comes his way. He seems to lack any malice or the harboring of resentment, and is his parents' child in that he would probably rather be reading or seeing a movie than anything, except maybe having court-side seats for the Lakers.
Without him I would be less than I am in every sense. I wish him peace of mind, vibrant health, abundance in all he desires and the continuing determination to see his creative dreams come true. We chose his name for we knew he would bring light. May it keep growing brighter.