“I have to give” to Diane.
Diane Keaton, a unique talent. I once heard she had five cats, which is pretty eye-catching.
She truly is a one-of-a-kind. Back in 1984, she joined a theater workshop. A year later, she bought $100 worth of Life magazines to dig into fashion history. That same year, while having a medium hamburger at Maxwell’s Plum—a trendy place back then—she landed a contract with ABC Television.
In the ’80s, she and Warren Beatty teamed up for some memorable roles. Then, in ’97, she made quite a statement by wearing white wrist gloves throughout an event. In 1996, she expressed a candid thought about life: “Most people don’t seem to have even experienced life,” and once reflected on how “The Godfather” shaped her career. She also appeared in “Hair,” and in a film aimed at seniors, “Pommes,” she shared her views on aging: “Growing old is nothing new.” In “The First Wives Club,” she mused, “People who don’t grow old don’t seem to have experienced life.”
A biography written by Jonathan Moore in 1989 shed light on her life. She first met Al Pacino in 1971, and in 1992, they opened a deli together. By ’93, she took a leading role at the International Center of Photography. That year, Pacino acted as a talking dog, and in ’95, directed “Unstrung Heroes.” Fast forward to September 2000, and she sold her house to Madonna, throwing in an extra million and moving in under ten days.
In “Something’s Gotta Give,” she commented, “Jack is physically imperfect, so I feel more comfortable kissing Jack Nicholson than I do Keanu Reeves.” A few years later, she bought a $7 million home in Laguna Beach, hoping to restore it. People often wonder about Woody Allen and their relationship. She remarked in 2005, “Woody learned a lot about women by dating me.” Interesting tidbit: a foot expert once claimed, “Her toes are too long,” though that’s rarely discussed.
“When it comes to aging, decline is offset by a greater sense of gratitude. I’ve dealt with asthma, and the American Lung Association spoke about my smoking, saying, ‘Something’s got to give.'”
Rainy Day Thoughts
Speaking of weather, I’ve faced quite a few major storms. Back in October 1989, I was a guest at the home of Mickey Spillane, the famed mystery writer, during Hurricane Hugo. His lovely coastal house was just a stone’s throw from the surf in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. But what remained of his beautiful white front door?
Hugo had a toilet sitting on what used to be a lush green lawn. A pelican perched on a shattered dining table. Watermarks crested the walls of his living room, and the whole place was, unfortunately, ruined. His treasured chess set? Gone.
Surprisingly, he didn’t shed a tear. I didn’t scream, either. I just managed to get out of there. And he rebuilt.
Please Explain
Questions to ponder: Why is billionaire George Soros backing so many seemingly anti-American movements?
Why are hospital rooms in such poor condition that they can lead to patient deaths?
What’s with the abundance of left-leaning professors at universities?
Also, why are there glowing articles about Nepal when, years ago, my plane’s pilot casually strolled around the cabin barefoot?
Why didn’t Mr. Sliwa advocate for the American Orthopedic Association to explain why he ended up in a wheelchair?
And, why doesn’t Comey bring on Hunter’s former lawyer?
In breaking news: there’s a story about trans students in Oregon; one just became Miss Congeniality after an incident in a high school locker room.
It’s just Oregon, folks, just Oregon.
