I've mentioned this before at The Half Note, but my dad, aside from being an actor and a novelist, was an avid note writer. I mean, he didn't just write notes for the sake of writing notes, there was usually a reason for it. A note left on my bed to say we should meet at our favorite Japanese restaurant, a note sent in the mail accompanied by a little cash, whatever it was, I saved them all.
Don’t ask me about his one, but I'll tell you, his notes didn't have to make any sense. They were just words from his brilliant and ridiculous brain, and were probably expressed for the sole purpose of entertaining himself.
Thursday, September 14, 2006
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