Monday, September 1, 2014

TCM for September 2014


TCM tales us back to film school with oddities. tried and true classics and foreign goodies in the curriculum. My picks below. All time Eastern. Full schedule HERE.

1 Monday

6:00 AM
A mystery man visits scenes from Russia's past in search of his own identity.
C-99 mins, Letterbox Format

7:45 AM
A short film utilizing quick cuts and multiple angles of a one-man-band musical performance.
C-10 mins,

8:00 AM
A monk deserts his calling to marry a beautiful woman he meets in the Sahara.
C-79 mins,

9:30 AM
In this silent film, a young innocent enlists for World War I service but soon learns the horrors of war.
BW-151 mins,

 Myths and monsters in Spirit of the Beehive

12:15 PM
After seeing the classic Frankenstein, two naive young girls go searching for the mad doctor's monster.
C-99 mins, Letterbox Format

2:00 PM
A rape victim runs away from her family and takes shelter with a romantic auto mechanic.
BW-113 mins, CC,

4:00 PM
A big game hunter decides to stalk human prey.
BW-63 mins, CC,

7:15 PM
In the aftermath of WWIII, a man is sent back and forth through time to find a solution to the world's fate in this experimental short film.
BW-28 mins, Letterbox Format

7:46 PM
A promotional short following the world tour of the "HMS Bounty", built specially by MGM for their 1962 remake "Mutiny on the Bounty."
BW-8 mins,

8:00 PM
Two directors paint a portrait of Paris during May of 1962.
BW-146 mins,

10:30 PM
An artist discovers his gift when he falls for a beautiful ghost.
C-86 mins, CC,

12:04 AM
This promotional short offers a behind-the-scenes look at the making of "Cannery Row" (1982).
C-9 mins,

12:15 AM
A man with cerebral palsy learns to paint with his foot.
C-103 mins, CC, Letterbox Format

2:15 AM
A British soldier kidnapped by IRA terrorists befriends one of his captors.
C-112 mins, Letterbox Format


2 Tuesday

11:45 PM
A Russian immigrant brings over his wife only to realize they are now strangers.
BW-89 mins, CC, Letterbox Format

America takes a wrong turn in Avalon
1:30 AM
A Polish-Jewish family try to make a better future for themselves in the United States.
C-128 mins, Letterbox Format


3 Wednesday

8:00 PM
Political pundits mistake an illiterate gardener for a media genius and turn him into a national hero.
C-130 mins, Letterbox Format

4 Thursday

8:00 PM
A veteran returns home to deal with family secrets and small-town scandals.
C-136 mins, CC, Letterbox Format

12:45 AM
A widowed actress and her children suffer hardships when she mistakenly marries a conservative church leader.
C-189 mins, Letterbox Format

4:00 AM
During World War II, a refugee child creates a cemetery for animals.
BW-86 mins,


6 Saturday

8:00 AM
An aspiring executive lets his bosses use his apartment for assignations, only to fall for the big chief's mistress.
BW-125 mins, CC, Letterbox Format

10:15 AM
TCM presents an interview from The Tonight Show starring Johnny Carson, with Jack Lemmon from 1/3/79.
C-10 mins, CC,


7 Sunday

The original Planet of the Apes
8:00 PM
An astronaut crew crash lands on a planet in the distant future where intelligent talking apes are the dominant species.
C-112 mins, CC, Letterbox Format

10:00 PM
The sole survivor of an interplanetary rescue mission discovers a planet ruled by apes and an underground city run by telekinetic humans.
C-95 mins, CC, Letterbox Format

12:00 AM
In this silent film, a black schoolteacher finds the battle against racism is everywhere when she goes North to raise money for better schools.
BW-78 mins,

2:00 AM
Algiers revolts against the French Foreign Legion.
BW-121 mins, Letterbox Format

4:15 AM
A corrupt developer is exposed when one of his building collapses.
BW-101 mins, Letterbox Format


9 Tuesday

8:00 PM
A small-town schoolteacher suspects her new husband may be an escaped Nazi war criminal.
BW-95 mins, CC,

10:00 PM
A Jewish refugee fights to overcome the psychological effects of his World War II experiences.
BW-86 mins, CC,

11:45 PM
A Harlem pawnbroker tries to cope with his changing neighborhood while haunted by memories of the concentration camps.
BW-115 mins, CC, Letterbox Format


10 Wednesday

8:00 PM
A coldhearted Soviet agent is warmed up by a trip to Paris and a night of love.
BW-110 mins, CC,

13 Saturday

3:15 PM
A failure in the U.S. defense system threatens to start World War III.
BW-112 mins, CC, Letterbox Format

8:00 PM
A frigid young housewife decides to spend her midweek afternoons as a prostitute.
C-100 mins, Letterbox Format

Walk on the Wild Side is delightful trash
10:00 PM
A penniless farmer tracks the woman he loves to a New Orleans brothel.
C-114 mins, CC, Letterbox Format

5:30 AM
Short safety film about dangers associated with earthmoving equipment operation, showing many simulated accidents on construction sites.
C-23 mins,


14 Sunday

2:00 AM
A shy law student meets a bon vivant who takes him for a drive through the Roman and Tuscan countryside.
BW-105 mins, Letterbox Format

4:00 AM
A small boy in love with Rome grows up to film the city in all its charismatic chaos.
C-118 mins, Letterbox Format


15 Monday

9:00 PM
A skipper-for-hire's romance with a beautiful drifter is complicated by his growing involvement with the French resistance.
BW-100 mins, CC,

11:00 PM
Private eye Philip Marlowe investigates a society girl's involvement in the murder of a pornographer.
BW-114 mins, CC,

1:00 AM
Three models pool their resources to rent a posh penthouse in hopes of snaring rich husbands.
C-96 mins, CC, Letterbox Format

2:45 AM
Lauren Bacall discusses her life and career with host Robert Osborne.
C-50 mins, CC,

Lauren Bacall Festival
3:45 AM
A broken-down private eye sets out to find a rich woman's missing husband.
C-121 mins, CC, Letterbox Format


20 Saturday

5:15 PM
Classic sci-fi epic about a mysterious monolith that seems to play a key role in human evolution.
C-149 mins, CC, Letterbox Format

8:00 PM
An unscrupulous editor plots to keep his star reporter-and ex-wife-from re-marrying.
BW-92 mins, CC,

9:45 PM
Television programmers turn a deranged news anchor into 'the mad prophet of the airwaves.'
BW-121 mins, CC, Letterbox Format

12:00 AM
An unscrupulous newspaper editor searches for headlines at any cost.
BW-89 mins, CC,

2:00 AM
A short film utilizing quick cuts and multiple angles of a one-man-band musical performance.
C-10 mins,

2:10 AM
A filmmaker chronicles his 100 year odyssey in a variety of different professions.
C-31 mins,


The interestingly weird Sid Saga

2:10 AM
A filmmaker chronicles his 100 year odyssey in a variety of different professions.
C-31 mins,

2:10 AM
A filmmaker chronicles his 100 year odyssey in a variety of different professions.
C-27 mins,

3:45 AM
A deeply moving tribute to the Texas songster, Mance Lipscomb, considered by many to be the greatest guitarist of all time.
Dir: Les Blank Cast:  Mance Lipscomb ,
C-44 mins,

4:30 AM
A documentary about the self-crowned "King" of Zydeco, Clifton Chenier.
Dir: Les Blank Cast:  Clifton Chenier ,
C-54 mins,

5:30 AM
Filmmakers trace the history of opium and its role in today's drug trade in this short film.
C-22 mins,


20 Sunday

2:00 AM
An aristocrat is too proud to curb his extravagant lifestyle even though his riches are turning into debts.
BW-95 mins,

3:45 AM
A mother struggles to raise her family in an impoverished village in India.
BW-126 mins,


22 Monday

8:00 PM
A young woman loves one brother but marries the other.
C-91 mins, Letterbox Format


Lots of Brigitte on the 22nd

9:45 PM
The daughter of a big French politico marries his secretary, but when her husband starts fooling around, she takes off to the Riviera.
C-85 mins, Letterbox Format

11:30 PM
A Paris schoolgirl unwittingly ignites hellfire in the minds of men from Seine to Sorbonne.
Cast:  Brigitte Bardot ,
BW-98 mins,

1:30 AM
A convent girl vacationing in Spain finds herself in a romance with a murderer.
C-95 mins,

3:15 AM
A film production of The Odyssey causes friction in a marriage
C-103 mins, Letterbox Format

25 Thursday

8:00 PM
The legendary general's rebellious behavior almost costs him his command during World War II.
C-170 mins, Letterbox Format

11:00 PM
Sabotage causes the airship Hindenburg to crash on arrival at New York in this disaster film.
BW-125 mins, CC, Letterbox Format

1:15 AM
A mad United States General orders an air strike against Russia.
BW-95 mins, CC, Letterbox Format

3:00 AM
A married doctor falls for the young wife of an abusive rich man.
C-105 mins, CC, Letterbox Format

5:00 AM
In this special, Ken Murray hosts his own behind-the-scenes home movies of some of Hollywood's greatest stars.
BW-53 mins, CC,


28 Sunday

Claire's Knee.  Never has paint dried so exquisitely.


2:30 AM
On holiday, a conflicted man lusts after beautiful stepsisters despite his betrothal to a diplomat's daughter.
C-105 mins,

4:30 AM
The friendship of two men is complicated when one begins to pursue a charming girl named Suzanne.
BW-54 mins,






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Saturday, August 30, 2014

A Summer's Tale (1996) ✭✭✭✭✭


Eric Rohmer's A Summer's Tale is finally getting a U.S. theatrical run and is now showing in select theaters. Here's our review from March 2010.




Eric Rohmer closed out the 20th Century on a high note, creating two of his best films back-to-back. Autumn Tale, produced in 1998, was a frank and poignant look at the cold realties of searching for love at middle-age, and A Summer’s Tale from 1996, which marked the last time Rohmer would ever deal with his signature subject: modern youth overcome by ennui.



Young Gaspard (Melvil Poupard) disembarks at the town of Dinard on the Britannic coast, for a few weeks of fun in the sun before he begins a new engineering job. Gaspard has tentative plans to link up with Lena (Aurelia Nolan), his nominal girlfriend; a high maintenance beauty summering in Spain. Rohmer dispenses the exposition with an elegant economy, and in a few short, virtually wordless scenes, presents Gaspard slowly adjusting to the relaxing pace of life at the shore.



At breakfast one morning, Gaspard gains the attentions of a brainy waitress named Margot (Amanda Langlet), who also happens to have a PhD in Ethnology. It is a credit to both Rohmer and Langlet that this character layer doesn’t play nearly as far-fetched as it sounds.



Margot also has a lover who’s far away, and she and Gaspard strike up a low-key friendship, consisting mainly of long oceanside walks during which the pair expound on their favorite topic: themselves. Langlet is a bit of a tease here, as she pushes the friendship to its platonic limits. Rohmer is guilty of teasing as well, as he makes us want Gaspard and Margot to forget their absent lovers and double-down on their instincts.



But there are many fetching young gals roaming the beaches of Dinard, and soon Gaspard finds his head turned by a leggy brunette named Solene (Gwenaelle Simon) whose claims of high moral fiber are belied by her seductive actions. One lazy afternoon - in Rohmer films, all afternoons are lazy - she performs a song Gaspard has written and before long, he imagines them making all sorts of joyful noises together.



However, Gaspard’s dreams of whoopee are short-lived, for there is another shoe to drop, or in this case another beach sandal, and soon Gaspard is juggling women the way a circus performer juggles chainsaws…and with the same high degree of peril.



A Summer’s Tale may well be Rohmer’s best-paced film. It moves with an engaging and spirited jauntiness and never gets bogged down with the incessant yakking that marred many of his films of the 70s and 80s. He didn’t really do anything different here; the film has the same loose-leaf scrapbook feeling of his earlier work, the same long take vignettes, the same lack of editorial time-compression. Yet the film is so well conceived that it organically and hypnotically flows, like the relentless ocean waves that serve as the backdrop to the film’s most important scenes.



The film ends with Langlet standing on a dock, waving goodbye to a departing ship. Once again she’s channeling the director, for he was waving goodbye to a genre; a genre he arguably created. Eric Rohmer would live another 14 years, and during that time he would make 4 more films - not bad for a man in his 80s - but he would never again revisit the romantic foibles of the young, privileged and bored. Eric Rohmer, having perfected The Eric Rohmer Film, proudly turned and walked away.




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A Summer's Tale (1996) ✭✭✭✭✭


Eric Rohmer's A Summer's Tale is finally getting a U.S. theatrical run and is now showing in select theaters. Here's our review from March 2010.


Eric Rohmer closed out the 20th Century on a high note, creating two of his best films back-to-back. Autumn Tale, produced in 1998, was a frank and poignant look at the cold realties of searching for love at middle-age, and A Summer’s Tale from 1996, which marked the last time Rohmer would ever deal with his signature subject: modern youth overcome by ennui.



Young Gaspard (Melvil Poupard) disembarks at the town of Dinard on the Britannic coast, for a few weeks of fun in the sun before he begins a new engineering job. Gaspard has tentative plans to link up with Lena (Aurelia Nolan), his nominal girlfriend; a high maintenance beauty summering in Spain. Rohmer dispenses the exposition with an elegant economy, and in a few short, virtually wordless scenes, presents Gaspard slowly adjusting to the relaxing pace of life at the shore.



At breakfast one morning, Gaspard gains the attentions of a brainy waitress named Margot (Amanda Langlet), who also happens to have a PhD in Ethnology. It is a credit to both Rohmer and Langlet that this character layer doesn’t play nearly as far-fetched as it sounds.



Margot also has a lover who’s far away, and she and Gaspard strike up a low-key friendship, consisting mainly of long oceanside walks during which the pair expound on their favorite topic: themselves. Langlet is a bit of a tease here, as she pushes the friendship to its platonic limits. Rohmer is guilty of teasing as well, as he makes us want Gaspard and Margot to forget their absent lovers and double-down on their instincts.



But there are many fetching young gals roaming the beaches of Dinard, and soon Gaspard finds his head turned by a leggy brunette named Solene (Gwenaelle Simon) whose claims of high moral fiber are belied by her seductive actions. One lazy afternoon - in Rohmer films, all afternoons are lazy - she performs a song Gaspard has written and before long, he imagines them making all sorts of joyful noises together.



However, Gaspard’s dreams of whoopee are short-lived, for there is another shoe to drop, or in this case another beach sandal, and soon Gaspard is juggling women the way a circus performer juggles chainsaws…and with the same high degree of peril.



A Summer’s Tale may well be Rohmer’s best-paced film. It moves with an engaging and spirited jauntiness and never gets bogged down with the incessant yakking that marred many of his films of the 70s and 80s. He didn’t really do anything different here; the film has the same loose-leaf scrapbook feeling of his earlier work, the same long take vignettes, the same lack of editorial time-compression. Yet the film is so well conceived that it organically and hypnotically flows, like the relentless ocean waves that serve as the backdrop to the film’s most important scenes.



The film ends with Langlet standing on a dock, waving goodbye to a departing ship. Once again she’s channeling the director, for he was waving goodbye to a genre; a genre he arguably created. Eric Rohmer would live another 14 years, and during that time he would make 4 more films - not bad for a man in his 80s - but he would never again revisit the romantic foibles of the young, privileged and bored. Eric Rohmer, having perfected The Eric Rohmer Film, proudly turned and walked away.




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Thursday, August 28, 2014

Days of Future Passed Part 7: Once Upon a Timeshare




Somewhere in the annals of real estate marketing exists a set of gold tablets bearing the names and phone numbers of People Who Will Sit Through a Timeshare Sales Pitch, and apparently my name is engraved close to the top. Over the years, Mrs. Undies and I have been seduced by this profession’s siren songs, promising free weekend lodging in Paradise provided we are willing to attend a presentation of approximately 90 minutes. Truth be told, we’ve always gotten the better of the deal, enjoying the splendors of Myrtle Beach, Scottsdale, Sedona and Santa Barbara, to name a few, completely gratis. And sometimes a sumptuous breakfast is included.

Yes, we do have to endure a tour of the facilities and the inevitable high pressure “sit”, but this family has always resisted temptation and pushed ourselves away from the table without ever taking pen to paper. Our “sales consultant”, denied yet another plum contract, eventually gives up and, with a handshake and a forced smile, decides to cut his losses and move on to the next sucker.

The fact of the matter is that I will never buy a timeshare, plain and simple. For one thing, the idea of taking a vacation at the exact same place at the exact same time every year is kind of depressing, and seems like a terribly uncreative way to spend one’s leisure. And yes, supposedly you can trade for weeks at other properties, but the exact methodology of doing this is never explained, and the whole thing seems so exhausting you might be better off just spending a quiet week at home.

I also doubt the worth and reliability of a product with such a wildly varying price. Most time shares cost about $30,000 at the beginning of the sit but, by the constant shaking of one’s head, it will eventually drop to $4,000. The desperate New-Age commune in Sedona even got down to $2,400 before finally throwing in the towel and branding us irredeemable cheapskates.

Now, before you think ill of me for wasting the valuable time of commissioned agents, I make my intentions quite clear in the early going, and state unequivocally that we are only here for the free digs and greasy bacon. Some reps understand this, and go about their pro-forma pitch with a breezy, devil-may-care casualness. Others are convinced they can change our minds, and commence to aggressively proselytize for their resort, pointing out perks and benefits only an idiot would refuse.



Unfortunately we had one of the latter during a recent junket to Las Vegas. I received a call one afternoon from Amalgamated Acme Zenith Resorts International, or some such claptrap, promising a free stay at one of their magnificent condos overlooking the Strip. We would be given access to all amenities provided we let a salesman beat on us – well she didn’t use those exact words – for 90 minutes  And, if I agreed right now, good ol’ Amalgamated would throw in two tickets to a popular show.

Well, as regular readers of this space know, the past year has been a rather crappy one so the idea of a free weekend in Sin City took on a certain luster. After a brief consultation with my much better half, I consented and a few days later we were wheeling up US 93, our sights set on a weekend of depraved debauchery which, at our age, consists of penny-slots and overeating.

The location, as promised, was indeed right on the Strip, in a gleaming new high rise. Upon our arrival though it was clear something was missing; namely, no casino and no restaurants. It was a typically generic apartment building foyer - a wall of mailboxes, a few potted palms and quiet as a crypt – perfectly fine for Chicago or Cincinnati, but certainly none of the decadent glitz that lures millions of visitors to Las Vegas each year.

A moderately surly concierge oversaw our check-in – after assuring me that this was, indeed, the right place – and after a brief elevator flight we found ourselves in our lovely 600 sq. ft. home away from home. Again, as promised, there was a view of Las   Vegas Boulevard, at least of The Stratosphere, our neighboring property to the north, and its gigantic electronic billboard where a scantily clad lass pretended to be Brittany Speers in a video segment so flashily edited I was afraid it would induce some type of seizure.



The Stratosphere has never been one of my favorite Vegas haunts. I’m sure it’s a perfectly fine casino, but to me the adjacent tower has always looked too flimsy to support the giant gold ball that adorns its apex. Still, it’s been operating for decades with presumably minimal fatalities so what do I know. To the northeast were the remains of the recently closed Sahara, a classic Vegas joint from the Rat Pack days, which unsuccessfully tried to reinvent itself as a NASCAR themed pleasure dome. When the economic bubble burst a few years ago, the Sahara circled the drain resiliently for awhile, but ultimately it was sucked down into the sewer of the over-leveraged.



Since I wanted to get our personal bloodletting over with early, we returned to the lobby where I had arranged for our dutiful sales consultant to meet us straight away. The moderately surly concierge informed us that we would be meeting with Brice, and in short order, a younger, hip-hopper, barely legal version of Mitt Romney greeted us with beaming, enthusiastic hellos and tendon-ripping handshakes. Brice escorted us through some sliding doors that he activated with a top-secret buzzing device, and we soon took our place at a set of utilitarian plastic chairs around a slick Formica table; just the right height for signing reams of contract papers. After an overly lengthy exchange of pleasantries, Brice finally applied his gelled head to the task at hand.

“So, how’s your apartment?”

I conceded it was very nice and spacious. I then informed Brice that I never had the slightest intent to purchase anything on this trip, and we were only here to take advantage of the freebies. And I would certainly never buy a Vegas condo that offered none of the things people actually come to Vegas for. So, he could relax during this pitch and if he could see fit to cut it a bit short, all parties would benefit.

“What do you mean none of the things people come to Vegas for?”

“Brice, there’s no casino”

“But there are casinos all around! We’ve got the Stratosphere right next door!”

“My husband is afraid of the Stratosphere,” my wife said helpfully.

“I’m not afraid of it…”

“Well, if that’s too scary” Brice interrupted, “There’s Circus Circus just down the street!”



“Brice, have you ever been to Circus Circus? I have. It smells like pee. I have a theory. Years ago, some patron with superb kidney function relived himself smack dab in the middle of the casino. By the time a maintenance crew arrived, the acidic urine had eaten through both carpet and pad all the way to the structure’s cement slab, where it was permanently absorbed like a concrete etching stain.”

“Wow, when was this?”

“He’s making a joke, Brice” Mrs. Undies clarified, having heard my Circus Circus theory many times.

I pressed on. “And what about restaurants, Brice? There’s nowhere here to eat…”

Brice chuckled, “This is Las Vegas, guys! There’s a great restaurant on every corner. And if you get hungry, we sell snacks at the front desk!”

“Yes, a fine selection of Cokes and cheese doodles” I harrumphed, while Brice nodded approvingly. It was at this point that I realized we were dealing with a moronic corporate jingoist, and argumentative to boot!

“Well, let me show you the rest of the property. We’re in the middle of a multi-million dollar renovation, which means these units are currently offered at an outstanding discount. But you’ve got to hurry, because once the work is done the price will go waaaaaayyyyy up!”

With a quick brandish of his magical buzzer, another set of doors opened, and soon we were walking the grounds with Brice in full throated pitch mode. He escorted us past an empty swimming pool where a plastering crew had recently held forth, their machinery and implements scattered hither and yon but, currently, there were no workmen to be found. Brice assured us that the pool would be ready soon, refitted with solar heating, a waterfall and open until 10 pm.

He then led us past an exercise room complete with the best fitness equipment one could buy 20 years ago. Brice informed us that the workout room would be remodeled as well, and outfitted with modern, state-of-the-art gizmos that would allow patrons to check emails while tread-milling. I conceded that an exercise room was a good idea, especially since there was no gambling, eating or partying and we’d need something to do all day.

We were then shown a phalanx of empty assembly rooms, perfect for those corporate meetings we all know and dread. Everything was as expected; but there was no excitement or pizzazz, none of that thrilling sense of possibility that makes Las Vegas a popular destination. We might as well have been touring a Holiday Inn in Oklahoma   City.

Meanwhile, enthusiastic young Brice continued his prattle and eventually we were led to the “Party Room”, a cavernous renovated space that he clearly considered the resort’s Killer App.

“As you can see guys, this room is awesome. We’ve got 14 TVs, with NFL Season Ticket. There’s a bar over there with a commercial refrigerator and icemaker. We’ve got café seating for 150, a pool table and a wall of dart boards. And best of all, as owners you can rent the space whenever you want. Just think! So many possibilities! Birthday parties, family reunions or just hangin’ with your homeys…”

The thought of flying ancient Aunt Elizabeth across America to watch television and eat cheese doodles caused a brief intestinal distress, and an apparent brain freeze, because the only response I could think of was “Homey don’t play dat.”

This prompted gales of laughter in Brice. “Homey don’t play dat! Wow I haven’t heard that in forever! It’s like from the Eighties! Man, that’s old school!”

Brice’s ninety minutes were up.

“Of course it’s old school, you nitwit. I’m fifty-five freaking years old. Everything that passes through my addled brain is old school. Now, if you don’t mind, we elders would like to spend the little time we have left on this Earth not listening to an empty haircut bullshit us into buying a timeshare at the one building in Nevada where fun is forbidden! I know gambling is not allowed here, but I’ll make you a bet. Your beloved Amalgamated International HooHa will go bankrupt before the first drop of water goes in the pool. Mark my words!”

After a few moments of stunned silence, Brice apologized for offending us in any way, and assured us it was not intentional. He also apologized for the resort not fulfilling our needs and offered his total understanding of our desire to “go in another direction.” He would end the presentation now, and he hoped we would enjoy the rest of our free weekend.

As we turned to leave, a slight glimmer of guilt rising in my gullet, Brice said, “Oh guys…wait a minute.”

He then reached into his shirt pocket and produced a small envelope. “Here’s the show tickets we promised you. Have a great time.”

On the quiet elevator ride back to our perfectly nice free apartment, I felt quite awful. I’d been way too hard on ol’ Brice. He was just doing a job, and a thankless one at that. I then opened the envelope  where I found two tickets to the NASCAR Experience at the Sahara. The late, lamented Sahara.

Immediately, I began to feel better….










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