I have worked so hard and worried so much in the last two weeks preparing our apartment for the market that I have lost four pounds. Every little bit helps.
I am simply skipping this past week's Friday List. I shall return to it this coming Friday.
Meanwhile, Trump and his family are openly, unashamedly cashing in on the presidency with deals large and small, right down to Kellyanne Conway hawking Ivanka Trump's goods on national television. It is clear now, if there was ever any doubt, that the Republican Congress will never act to call him to account. This means that our only hope and recourse is to defeat as many Republicans as possible in upcoming elections.
I see that another King Kong movie has been released. If Google is to be trusted, this is the thirteenth film with "Kong" in the title [including Wasei Kingu Kongu in 1933.] I have a personal attachment to the 1976 version with Jeff Bridges, Jessica Lange, Charles Grodin and Rene Auberjonois [familiar to Star Trek aficionados as the shapeshifter from Deep Space Nine.] I took my young sons to see it in a huge thousand seat theater in West Springfield, so jammed that in the minutes leading up to the showing, a sepulchral voice could be heard on a loudspeaker saying "there are now nine more seats available, none together." It was a genuine event, and the boys loved it. I mean, I do understand the sentimental attachment to Fay Wray, but each of us has his or her own memories.