Marching In

I didn't write one word in February. I played piano and performed a couple of times at Gingko's and saw lots of movies. It has gotten to be a habit: seeking out old movies to watch, sometimes picked out just for the title or a certain actor. They range in quuality from rotten to sublime, like the one I saw today. Green For Danger, with Trevoor Howard and Alastair Sim as a Scotland Yard inspector; it was worth watching just for Sim's performance. Anyway, I will try to write more often. I only wrote this because I was too tired to read but not tired enough to sleep, and extremely annoyed by some witless music. How often it is that the bad brings something good.