In remembrance of Loretta Young, 6 January 1913 to 12 August 2000. Photographed by Ruth Harriet Louise, circa 1928

Among Hollywood's most enduring leading ladies, Loretta Young enjoyed a career of truly remarkable longevity, spanning no fewer than seventy-three years. She entered the motion-picture industry as a child during the silent era, negotiated the arrival of talking pictures with seemingly effortless assurance, and ultimately appeared in well over one hundred films across four decades before embarking upon a career in television. Few performers navigated the relentless upheavals of twentieth-century entertainment with such grace or consistency.

Ms Young is, perhaps, most vividly remembered for winning the Academy Award for Best Actress in recognition of her performance as Katy Holstrum in The Farmer's Daughter (1947). Throughout her career she cultivated a reputation for elegance, professionalism — qualities that, taken together, established her as one of the most respected and enduring luminaries not merely of Hollywood's Golden Age, but of American cinema itself.

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"Come and have a look"

photo: British actress Yvonne Romain; source unknown

I should like to invite the regular posters from the presently dormant Broken Dolls and Fallen Angels Facebook group — should any of you happen to see this — to join me over on Reddit at r/DollsFallen. The community is now up and running, and new contributors are welcome. Please do take a moment to familiarise yourselves with the posted rules before commenting or submitting content. My thanks to one and all, and I very much hope to see some familiar faces there.

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Norma Shearer: Hollywood's First Lady in velvet

photo: Alfred Cheney Johnston, c. 1924. colourised via ChatGPT

Forever the patron saint of The Echo of a Distant Time and Broken Dolls and Fallen Angels. Goddess of the silver screen, Queen of MGM, and an enduring paragon of elegance whose intellect equalled her beauty. Norma Shearer was a pioneer before her time, remembered for luminous sophistication, quiet fortitude, and the timeless glamour that characterised cinema's Golden Age. Wishing the lady the happiest of heavenly birthdays; born in Montréal in August 1902.

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Rhonda Fleming: born to shine in Technicolor

Queen of Technicolor: Celebrating the esteemed Rhonda Fleming, born 10 August 1923. Seen in her starring role as the female pirate Captain Rouge in The Golden Hawk (1952, Columbia). 

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Announcement concerning the Broken Dolls and Fallen Angels group on Facebook

photo: Marilyn Monroe by Bert Stein, 1962

Sorry, folks, but the Broken Dolls and Fallen Angels Facebook group (https://www.facebook.com/groups/886318992990373) is on pause until further notice — probably at least through the remainder of August and all of September. Facebook’s bots have been playing games with me, on and off, for the better part of two years, never once offering any explanation, and despite the fact that I have not knowingly posted a single thing that violated the platform’s bloody guidelines.

At present, I cannot even post in this very group, despite being its creator and administrator. More absurdly still, over the past several days I have also been rendered unable to approve posts submitted by certain users. Some I can approve; others I cannot. Once again, no explanation has been forthcoming.

I have simply reached the end of my patience, and so the group is being placed on pause.

My sincere thanks to everyone who has contributed here and helped Broken Dolls and Fallen Angels grow to more than 3,000 members. Somehow, we'll be back. Until then, I hope you'll continue following my work over at The Echo of a Distant Time: facebook.com/FloydEtcetera.

{photo: Marilyn Monroe by Bert Stein, 1962}

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Facebook: waiting for the exit

model Cara Delevingne for Playboy’s Summer 2026 edition

My patience with Facebook hath nearly reached its absolute limit. The bloody platform is no longer allowing me to approve posts submitted by certain users in my own group — Broken Dolls and Fallen Angels — and without explanation as to why. Even more absurdly, I myself have been rendered incapable of posting in said group (or in any FB group) since June — despite being its bloody creator and moderator. Again, Facebook hath never once condescended to furnish a reason. Bots are controlling everything, and are making simple existence increasingly difficult for human beings.

As I wrote a few weeks ago, I am at the brink of dissolving the group altogether, and I continue to harbour the hope of leaving Facebook entirely by the middle of 2027. It is a wretched company, yet for the present it is still where the greater part of my audience resides. I pray they seek me out elsewhere. The sooner we each begin extricating ourselves from this putrid s**thole, the better for all concerned. 

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Robby Albarado, champion jockey: 11 September 1973 to 4 August 2026

Getty Images, c. 2020

A fond farewell to one of the great jockeys of our time: Robby Albarado dies, aged 52, following heart procedure. Fourth in all-time wins at Churchill Downs, among numerous other accolades. {Bloodhorse 4 August; photo: Getty Images}

https://www.bloodhorse.com/horse-racing/articles/293579/albarado-who-guided-curlin-to-two-top-campaigns-dies

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An evening with Jean Hagen

Jean Hagen as nightclub singer Bella in Side Street (MGM, 1949).

Chicago-born starlet of the Golden Age Jean Hagen, 3 August 1923 to 29 August 1977. A versatile actress who ran the gamut from film noir to family sitcoms, she is perhaps best remembered for her Academy Award-nominated performance in Singin' in the Rain (1952), as well as for playing Danny Thomas's first wife on Make Room for Daddy. After overcoming alcoholism during her forties, Hagen appeared poised for a significant professional resurgence during the 1970s. Fate, however, proved unkind. She died of oesophageal cancer in 1977 at the age of just fifty-four. 

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The enduring grace of Diane Keen

photo: source unknown; colourised via ChatGPT

Renowned English actress Diane Keen, celebrating her 79th birthday today (born 29 July 1947 in London).

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Cherry-laced country dreams

photo: source unknown

Please be advised that The Echo of a Distant Time and Broken Dolls and Fallen Angels have a new home on Reddit. Visit reddit.com/r/DollsFallen and join today. {photo: source unknown}

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Peggy Fleming: America’s erstwhile queen of the ice

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American figure skating legend Peggy Fleming, born 27 July 1948 in San Jose, California. Three-time world champion and gold medalist at the 1968 Winter Olympics in Grenoble. Remarkably, it was the only gold medal the US achieved at those games, and her success also revitalised US women’s figure skating after the 1961 Sabena Flight 548 disaster had taken the lives of so many of the sport’s leading figures. For years afterward, she was one of America's foremost sporting icons and a household name, and — though her fame hath naturally faded with the passage of time, this being a disgustingly fickle and wholly unappreciative nation of malevolent fools that loves to build public figures up only to tear them down — she remains one of the great pioneers of modern figure skating.

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Sunshine, cherries, and smiles

photo: source unknown

Please be advised that The Echo of a Distant Time and Broken Dolls and Fallen Angels have a new home on Reddit. Visit reddit.com/r/DollsFallen and join today. 

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Diane Webber: pretty in pastel

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Saturday night at the diner

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The irresistible charm and the enduring appeal of mid-century Americana. Whether or not the 1950s ever truly resembled the romanticised world we imagine today is almost beside the point. Chrome, polished paintwork, bright summer dresses, and playful confidence have continued to evoke an ideal of youthful optimism; alas, one that is forever lost to our timeline, and therein lies its abiding allure.

Follow x.com/DollsFallen for nostalgia and more piquant fare. Always in good taste, but 18+ ONLY.

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Greta Granstedt: when every smile sold a dream

Swedish-American actress and model Greta Granstedt, 13 July 1907 to 7 October 1987. Never a headliner during Hollywood's Golden Age, yet possessed of a smile that still reaches across the decades. {photo: circa 1931–33, possibly by Eugene Robert Richee for Paramount Pictures}

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Remembering Jennifer Finch, 5 August 1966 to 18 July 2026

Getty Images

Rest in Peace, Jennifer Finch: L7 bassist dies at fifty-nine. {Billboard 19 July}

https://www.billboard.com/music/rock/jennifer-finch-l7-bassist-dies-1236297297/

L7 were a breath of fresh air in the early 1990s, one of a wave of intelligent hard rock bands who — however briefly — found a degree of success after years of gutter-trash hair metal dominating the airwaves. ‘Pretend We’re Dead’, their signature ‘hit’ song (not a commercial chart hit, but it received a reasonable amount of MTV exposure and airplay on rock stations such as WAAF here in Massachusetts), is far darker, heavier, and more lethal than anything any of the pretty boy cock rockers ever produced. They were a band that embraced the label of ‘punk rock’, but, really, the style of music they, and similar bands such as Babes in Toyland or even Hole, produced was in no way identical to the stereotypical three-chord tripe made by dudes with mohawks and safety pins sticking out of their noses. Informed by those punk rockers, certainly, but equally so by ‘60s garage rock and psychedelia, and delivered with a pointedly metallic sheen that owed an obvious debt to Black Sabbath. 

I do not remember exactly, but I believe I may have owned the record that produced ‘Pretend We’re Dead’ (Bricks Are Heavy) and perhaps one or two other L7 discs at some point. At one time, I had upwards of 1,200 CDs in my collection. It was ridiculous. I cannot honestly proclaim I kept much track of the women of L7 in the decades since — along with scores of other bands and artists from those halcyon days — but Godspeed to a woman who was part of a much-needed revolution in rock music, back when such things still mattered.

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Remembering the great vaudevillian James Cagney, born 17 July 1899

Warner Brothers

“I still think of myself essentially as a vaudevillian, as a song and dance man. The vaudevillians I knew by and large were marvelous people. Ninety percent of them had no schooling, but they had a vivid something or other about them that absolutely riveted an audience's attention. Those vaudevillians knew something that ultimately I came to understand and believe - that audiences are the ones who determine material. They buy the tickets.” — the Hollywood god James Cagney, reflecting on his ‘schooling’ in the world of entertainment. (source: https://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000010/quotes/)

Seen here with the goddess Jean Harlow in a promotional shot for The Public Enemy (1931, WB).

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Facebook: apparently this violates something

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No firm decisions have been made, but I am about this close to shutting down the Broken Dolls and Fallen Angels Facebook group. Too much hassle.

Facebook, in its infinite wisdom, is presently not allowing yours truly to post in groups, not even in the one I created and operate, and offers scant details as to why. The sort of posts I see in all sorts of other groups and pages are somehow being removed from Broken Dolls and Fallen Angels. I am infuriated; traffic in the group hath been steady, and I am still moderating… for now. Thank you to those who are posting, but consider this notice that this group is an endangered species.

I have sought to make Broken Dolls and Fallen Angels one of the top groups of its kind on Facebook — and The Echo of a Distant Time, as it stands, is not too far from 10K followers — but if it never happens, it will not be for lack of effort on my part, or because I did anything wrong. It shall be because Facebook/Meta is a garbage company where customer support is non-existent and ever-shifting guidelines are enforced capriciously and unfairly.

So, kiss my ass, Facebook… and I highly encourage any and all reading this to begin to gradually wean themselves off this bloody platform. For I want off this infernal thing, but most of my readers are here and not on the other sites, and I would like to take as many as possible of them with me once I finally do shut this Facebook thing — not just the group, but everything — down for good. Am currently aiming for on or around 1 July 2027… an operation such as this must be wound down carefully. And if I do remain beyond that point, it will be very grudgingly and only because it remains the primary driver of all of my overall web traffic.

Make no mistake, I am beyond fed up and I strongly desire at this point for Facebook to go the way of Myspace. Not even Elon’s playground gives me a quarter of the troubles Zuckerberg’s does. F**k you and your harassment over NOTHING!

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England’s World Cup dream comes to an end

Argentina 2, England 1. {ESPN 15 July}

https://www.espn.com/soccer/match/_/gameId/760515

Another dream in life dies, I shall never see my ancestral homeland win a World Cup. #ENGLAND fell to Argentina in the World Cup semi-final, 2-1. Argentina will face Spain in the World Cup final on Sunday. Massive respect to Lionel Messi, but I cannot possibly root for the Argentinians now. 

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Ally Sheedy: the quiet rebellion

Universal Pictures

Actress and writer Ally Sheedy in a promotional photograph for what is, arguably, her most celebrated role: the enigmatic Allison Reynolds in the 1985 coming-of-age classic The Breakfast Club. Born on 13 July 1963 in New York City, Sheedy brought remarkable depth to a character who might otherwise have remained a stereotype. In a film built around teenage archetypes, Allison emerged as the most complex figure of all — a young woman whose silence concealed intelligence, vulnerability, and a profound sense of alienation. One who hath always favoured emotional depth over glamour, Sheedy hath spent decades building a career spanning film, television, theatre, and writing, and today serves as a professor at the City College of New York.

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Waiting for a reply

model Gabbriette Bechtel in Vogue

Modern loneliness does not always look lonely.

It may wear fashionable clothes. It may possess beauty, youth, money, popularity, or thousands of followers. It may appear in magazines and accumulate admirers by the score.

Yet it remains loneliness all the same.

The great irony of our age is that we have never been more connected, and never found it so difficult to truly reach one another.

A century ago, a young woman waiting to hear from someone might have stood at a window, listened for footsteps, or watched the postman's approach. Today she stares at a glowing screen.

The technology has changed.

The feeling has not.

The anticipation.

The uncertainty.

The silent hope that a particular name will appear.

Perhaps that is why photographs such as this resonate. Beneath the fashion, beneath the glamour, beneath the carefully composed aesthetic, there exists something recognisably human.

A moment of waiting.

And if there is one thing every generation understands, it is that.

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The things we remember

photo: Penthouse Pet Shay Laren

Most of life is not composed of great events.

History books concern themselves with wars, elections, scandals, disasters, and triumphs. Yet when people grow older and look back upon their lives, they rarely find themselves dwelling upon such things. Instead, they remember fragments.

The way sunlight fell through a kitchen window on a summer morning.

A certain song playing from another room.

The scent of coffee. The sound of laughter. A glance over a shoulder.

Moments that seemed utterly ordinary at the time.

Perhaps that is why old photographs possess such power. They remind us that every era, no matter how distant, was once someone's present. Every faded image captures a moment that appeared no more remarkable than today does to us.

And yet, somehow, those are the things that endure.

Not the headlines.

Not the controversies.

Not the noise.

Only the light, and the memory of how it felt to stand within it.

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Waiting for the exit

photo: source unknown

Facebook, in its infinite wisdom, is presently not allowing yours truly to post in groups, not even in the one I created and operate, and will not tell me why. I am infuriated; however, traffic in the group hath been steady, and I am still moderating. Thank you to those who are posting.

I do want to make Broken Dolls and Fallen Angels one of the top groups of its kind on Facebook — and The Echo of a Distant Time, as it stands, is not too far from 10K followers — but if it never happens, it will not be for lack of effort on my part, or because I did anything wrong. It shall be because Facebook/Meta is a garbage company where customer support is non-existent and ever-shifting guidelines are enforced capriciously and unfairly.

So, kiss my ass, Facebook… and I highly encourage any and all reading this to begin to gradually wean themselves off that bloody platform. For I want off the infernal thing, but most of my readers are there and not on the other sites, and I would like to take as many as possible of them with me once I finally do shut this Facebook thing down for good. Aiming for, let us say, 1 July 2027… an operation such as this must be wound down carefully. And if I do remain beyond that point, it will be very grudgingly and only because it shall remain the primary driver of all of my overall web traffic.

Make no mistake, I am beyond fed up and I strongly desire at this point for Facebook to go the way of Myspace. Not even Elon’s playground gives me a quarter of the troubles Zuckerberg’s does.

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Virginia Rappe: the star she might have become

George Grantham Bain

Model and silent film actress Virginia Rappe: born 7 July 1891 and died under horrible circumstances, officially as a result of a ruptured bladder, 9 September 1921, four days after a Labor Day party in San Francisco, held in the hotel suite of one of the silver screen’s most famous and beloved actors of the day, Roscoe ‘Fatty’ Arbuckle. Arbuckle was tried three times on charges of rape and manslaughter in connection with Rappe's death, but was unanimously acquitted by a jury at the third trial. Though Arbuckle’s public reputation was salvaged, his career was hampered to a great extent by the scandal, and he himself would die relatively young (though, realistically, not especially young for a man of his size and habits), of a heart attack, aged 46. 

As for Virginia Rappe, unfortunately she was not a particularly prolific model and actress, only beginning in earnest when she moved to Los Angeles in 1917, then already 26 years old. Most of the films on her thin résumé are considered lost, leaving the question of what might have been very much unanswered. We simply do not know what kind of actress she was, or what she might have become. Regardless, she was a human being, and it is unfortunate that she is remembered chiefly for a scandal which, in the end, may not have been much of a scandal at all. 

After all, the jury in Arbuckle's third and final trial went so far as to issue him a formal apology.

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A masterclass in controlled exasperation: Glenda Farrell

Actress Glenda Farrell, seen in 1934’s Hi, Nellie (WB). The expression of a woman who has been patient for a very long time and has simply — finished. No dramatics, no Crawford-style theatrics. Just a clean, elegant, utterly final withdrawal of the will to perform contentment. Yours truly doth relate.

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Watching the world depart: broken dolls, broken platform (looking at thee, Facebook)

photo: model Mickey Jines by André de Dienes

#KissMyAss Suppose I am going to have to do this on a daily basis now, as Facebook will not stop playing games with my page — The Echo of a Distant Time — and group — Broken Dolls and Fallen Angels (18+ ONLY,  https://www.facebook.com/groups/886318992990373) when I have not done a damn thing wrong or broken any actual rule (as if algorithms should be enforcing anything above human beings). 

Facebook, in its infinite wisdom, is presently not allowing yours truly to post in groups, not even in the one I created and operate, and will not tell me why. I am infuriated; however, traffic in the group hath been steady, and I am still moderating. Thank you to those who are posting.

I do want to make Broken Dolls and Fallen Angels one of the top groups of its kind on Facebook — and The Echo of a Distant Time, as is, is not too far from 10K followers — but if it never happens, it will not be for lack of effort on my part, or because I did anything wrong. It shall be because Facebook/Meta is a garbage company where customer support is nonexistent and ever-shifting guidelines are enforced capriciously and unfairly.

So, kiss my ass, Facebook… and I highly encourage any and all reading this to begin to gradually wean themselves off this bloody platform. For I want off it, but most of my readers are here and not on the other sites, and I would like to take as many as possible of them with me once I finally do shut this Facebook thing down for good. Aiming for, let us say, one year from now… an operation such as this needs to be wound down carefully. And if I do remain beyond that point, it will be very grudgingly and only because it shall remain the primary driver of all of my overall web traffic.

Make no mistake, I am beyond fed-up and I strongly desire at this point for Facebook to go the way of Myspace. Not even Elon’s playground gives me a quarter of the troubles Zuckerberg’s does.

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Drawn like a moth to flame: a prayer to Aphrodite

photo: source unknown

JOIN TODAY: Broken Dolls and Fallen Angels group on Facebook (18+ ONLY) - https://www.facebook.com/groups/886318992990373

Facebook, in its infinite wisdom, is presently not allowing yours truly to post in groups, not even in the one I created and operate, and will not tell me why. I am infuriated; however, traffic in the group hath been steady, and I am still moderating. Thank you to those who are posting.

I do want to make Broken Dolls and Fallen Angels one of the top groups of its kind on Facebook, but if that never happens, it will not be for lack of effort on my part, nor because of any of our group members. It shall be because Facebook/Meta is a garbage company where customer support is nonexistent and ever-shifting guidelines are enforced arbitrarily and unfairly.

To put it more succinctly: Facebook, thou mayst kiss my arse. 

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A postcard from lost America: the country we naïvely thought would last forever

When America was great: Playmate of the Month for May 1963 Sharon Cintron. Photographed by Mario Casilli, and what an enviable profession that must have been. Were it possible to go back to another time and start all over in life, free of the ailments and baggage that hath plagued me from day one in this timeline, perhaps I would be a photographer in mid-20th-century America. Another ‘what should have been’ in a long line of them.

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Remembering Susan Peters, 3 July 1921 to 23 October 1952

Steven Rea, c. 1943; colourised

Hollywood hath had its share of tragedy through the decades — lives cut short in various manners, from Carole Lombard to Marilyn Monroe to Sharon Tate, and many more in between and beyond. One of the very saddest tales is that of Susan Peters. One of the most promising young actresses of the early 1940s — first at Warner Bros. and later, more successfully, at MGM — she already had an Academy Award nomination under her belt (for 1942's Random Harvest) when a duck-hunting accident on New Year's Day 1945 left her permanently confined to a wheelchair. 

Amazingly, she made a courageous comeback as the wheelchair-bound villainess Leah St. Aubyn in 1948’s The Sign of the Ram (Columbia Pictures), a film that I am fairly certain I have seen at some point in the distant recesses of my memory, and may even have enjoyed, in spite of the fact it did not receive good reviews and was a box office flop. More critically successful was her turn as Laura Wingfield in a production of Tennessee Williams’ The Glass Menagerie, and she also appeared as Elizabeth Barrett Browning in a production of The Barretts of Wimpole Street. In 1951, she starred in a live daily half-hour drama (not an uncommon practice in the early days of television) named Miss Susan for NBC, but this ended after about nine months as her health declined.

By 1952, abandoned by both her former husband and a fiancé, and suffering profoundly from clinical depression and the effects of her paralysis, Susan Peters appeared to lose the will to live (apparently telling a doctor as much) and largely stopped eating and drinking. Compounded by the effects of her paralysis, she developed pneumonia and a chronic kidney infection, which ultimately killed her, only thirty-one years old. 

The universe is indifferent, and why such tragedy befalls innocent people and creatures I shall never understand. It certainly damages my faith in God whenever I hear a story such as this one, or witness needless cruelty and suffering in the world. Yet I do pray, and hope not in vain, that Susan Peters ultimately found the peace and happiness that so cruelly eluded her in life.

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Remembering Lee Remick, 14 December 1935 to 2 July 1991

Warner Bros.

A lauded star of stage and screen, at some point the esteemed Lee Remick got frustrated with Hollywood, and was rather blunt about it:

“I make movies for grownups. When Hollywood starts making them again, I'll start acting in them again.” 

(source: https://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/lee_remick_211415)

Sadly, the world lost one of its great thespians on this day in 1991, another life cut short by cancer. Seen here in Days of Wine and Roses (1962); though amid the extraordinary heatwave afflicting the eastern half of the former United States, one could be forgiven for thinking this photograph was taken only moments ago. But I digress.

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Copyright 2026, Arthur Newhook.