Happiness is…

“It was one of those great spring days, it was Sunday, and you knew summer would be coming soon. And I remember that morning Dorrie and I had gone for a walk in the park and come back to the apartment. We were just sort of sitting around and I put on a record of Louie Armstrong, which was music I grew up with, and it was very, very pretty, and I happened to glance over and I saw Dorrie sitting there. And I remember thinking to myself how terrific she was and how much I loved her. And I don’t know, I guess it was a combination of everything, the sound of the music, and the breeze, and how beautiful Dorrie looked to me and for one brief moment everything just seemed to come together perfectly and I felt happy, almost indestructible in a way.”

— Woody Allen, Stardust Memories

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I’m in a Woody Allen state of mind these days. Here, with waxed Woody at New York City’s Madam Tussauds Wax Museum. This weekend it was Alice and Hannah and Her Sisters—it’s Mary’s fault, she recommended Midnight in Paris, which I hope to see soon! And hey, did someone say Brooklyn Bridge?

4 thoughts on “Happiness is…

  1. yikes – you have officially entered Weirdsville, lady!!!! sepia tone was a good choice, tho – i don’t think i could look at a waxed Woody in color

  2. whoa – no, i cannot wait for that one – please don’t make us wait too long

    so, um, how many waxed people did you sit next to on your trip? and do you have the same, happy “see who i got to meet?” smile in every single one? too funny!

    ;)

    1. Oh, we “met” all sorts of folks. Bill and Hillary, Ernest Hemingway, Janis Joplin, “Jean Luc Picard.” We rubbed elbows with the best of ’em!

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