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| c l bledsoe |  | 1. Contemplating Elevators Goodbye to the van, goodbye to fists in the face of the world, goodbye to the impetuousness of trying. I haven’t forgotten stairs; you never forget the tiny ache of growing pains; your bones simply creak when you try to stand or sit. Goodbye to noise. Goodbye to hard. It’s all easy, now, soft, now. There are elevat ors. There are sounds of disdain pointed at anything that stands out. Goodbye to curses. Good bye to river valleys. There are still mountains, but at the top they look flat. 2. Blues for David Rappaport Your bio mentions an incident on the set of "The Bride", when, playing the role of "Rinaldo the Midget" you were tied, left hoisted in the air while a circus tent burned around you and no one heard your screams. I remember seeing "Time Bandits" as a child, and again as an adult, and wondering why this wise-eyed man was relegated to children's movies, a Mantan Moreland cast as comic relief and outshining the lead, dancing to "Me and My Shadow" for Napoleon, roly-poly, playing the child, aged but not grown. You seemed more at ease sipping champagne on the Titanic, cigar in hand, saying this is the life, boys, enjoy it while you can, and not spilling a drop even as the ship shifted and began to sink. | |
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